I don’t mind it. ” She had found it on a gray beach along the shores of California in the year 1804. . She came quickly into the little parlour, which now seemed inordinately crowded, and coming up to Melusine, seized her hands in a warm clasp. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance. The end of the world seemed at hand. My name is Annabel, not Anna.
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