Wood, whose loss I shall ever deplore. She would never look squarely at these dream forms that mocked the social order in which she lived, never admit she listened to the soft whisperings in her ear. He declined supper, but took wine. ’ He held out his hand to help the girl descend. ’ His brows rose. ” She demanded. It was a fetching gown that stretched tightly in a cream colored swath over her breasts and expanded to a full skirt with a petticoat. “Well?” he asked her tersely. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life.
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