“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. “You, anyhow, don’t deserve it,” he said. There was a tearing sound as the canvas gave way, and the precious portrait ripped apart as the top of the Frenchman’s head came through it. But never had the hand touched her with a father's caress; never had he taken her into his arms; never had he kissed her. ’ ‘It will be worth the pain, you will see. CHAPTER THE NINTH DISCORDS Part 1 One afternoon, soon after Ann Veronica’s great discovery, a telegram came into the laboratory for her. ’ ‘Aye, miss,’ Kimble agreed, taking the garments, ‘but where will I find you?’ ‘I do not know.
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