That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. ‘Never mind where. “I wish,” she said, “that you would leave off looking at me as though I were something grisly. I want my freedom. She didn’t choose her man. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side.
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