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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. The trader you spoke about: he disliked your father, didn't he? Well, he probably played your father a horrible practical joke. The doctor's lessons, perhaps delivered with too much serious emphasis, had destroyed that buoyant confidence in her ability to take care of herself. "You've perjured yourself. ‘Not where we’re going. “Until a girl can go away as a son does and earn her independent income, she’s still on a string. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. ” He kissed her, and handed her into the carriage. What she had termed illuminative now appeared to be only another phase of the mystery which enveloped the child. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. Pragmar, the wholesale druggist, who lived three gardens away, and who had been mowing his lawn to get an appetite for dinner, standing in a fascinated attitude beside the forgotten lawn-mower and watching her intently. At that, the girl jumped up. "To-night you shall be my wedded wife.
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