I said, that day at Surbiton, ‘There’s many good things in life, but there’s only one best, and that’s the wild-haired girl who’s pulling away at that oar. It would seem, from the attention which he evidently bestowed upon the hidden and complex machinery of the grand system of villany at work around him, that his chief object in taking up his quarters in the Mint, must have been to obtain some private information respecting the habits and practices of its inhabitants, to be turned to account hereafter. He could not pull her soul apart now to satisfy that queer absorbing, delving thing which was his literary curiosity; he had put her outside that circle. There is some deep treachery hidden beneath his words. You’ll never even see me again, for that 268 matter. Her father’s step quickened to a trot. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. I was sure you could not have the heart to slay a child—an innocent child. Her pat answer to all inquiries was, “I let my sister Shari make me over,” while she kept from staring at her own reflection in the shiny shoes past her bare knees. Her cargo is nearly shipped. You came to see me in the hospital. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident. Unobserved, she knelt and kissed the threshold: for she knew what kisses were now.
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