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‘Come,’ she called. ‘You know perfectly well that she is the daughter of the Comtesse de St Erme. “You were married to him!” “It could not be legal,” Annabel moaned. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like death!" Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. This is my last week at the ‘Unusual,’ you know. It’s a lake among precipices, and there is a little inn where we can stay, and sit and eat our dinner at a pleasant table that looks upon the lake. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield.
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