" "Mercy!" cried Mrs. " "I've been wondering, too. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. Like a thorough-bred racer, he would sustain twice as much fatigue as a person of heavier mould. He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. ‘Ain’t enough as my bed is took, my sheets all bloodied, and my gin took for to waste on that fellow’s wound. She opened this and scrambled out—a thing she had not done for five long years of adolescence— upon the leaded space above the built-out bath-room on the first floor.
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