"I am, Charcoal. He drew a little breath and stepped back. Under this unnerving scrutiny, a slow flush mounted to the woman’s cheeks. Neither the manners, the looks, nor the attire of these gentlemen prepossessed Mrs. A woman may choose any one for her lover, but for her friend she makes no mistake. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room.
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