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“Listen, Annabel,” he said hoarsely. She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. A child—as innocent as a child! Nothing about life; bemused by the fairy stories you writers call novels! I don't know what you have done; I don't care. ‘For my money, you’ll not get much out of old Jarvis either. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into surroundings or touched something that offends his caste. A sense of impending disaster was upon him. ” “All these things,” he muttered bitterly, “this desperate resolve to take your life into your own hands, your unnatural craving for independence, would never trouble you for a moment—if you really cared. If individuality means anything it means breaking bounds— adventure. "Oh! if I had known this," he exclaimed, "what guilt, what remorse might have been spared me!" "Repentance comes too late when the deed's done," returned Wild, bitterly. Nigel Ennison, Annabel. " "Perhaps I read of it somewhere. . \" She knew he was blushing in the dark.
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