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The crown has passed from the brow of one
monarch to that of another. I hope you will always remember——”
Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. Adieu! my
charmer. She pushed at the closer of
the two soldiers bearing the precious burden. ”
“That’s the comfort of you. “Don’t think that I have been playing the spy upon you,” he continued. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen. “You ask me to be engaged to you, Mr. "
"If I ask you to part with him, my good woman, it's to better his condition, I
suppose, ain't it?" rejoined Wood angrily; for, though he had no serious intention
of carrying his proposal into effect, he was rather offended at having it declined. ’ Then
he bowed, raising his hat in salute and, crossing to the coach, spoke briefly to its
driver and leapt into it without looking back. Jests are not for seasons like this. I don’t idealize you.
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