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“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. “Well, I don’t want you to talk to him,” he said, very firmly. I must stay a minute longer, if only to see you smile. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. ” “I thought I explained—” “I don’t think you can have heard me,” said her father; “I have told you to come home. You hurt the child.

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