"A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings," she cried, with the fervour almost of inspiration, "will avail against a fiend's malice. Capes stood side by side upon an old Persian carpet that did duty as a hearthrug in the dining-room of their flat and surveyed a shining dinner-table set for four people, lit by skilfully-shaded electric lights, brightened by frequent gleams of silver, and carefully and simply adorned with sweet-pea blossom. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. "You won't refuse it, Mr. “What if you get pregnant?” His worry came to a quick fruition. She was too delicate, too fragile to survive out there. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. Luckily I’m not. We can be married tomorrow in Paris.
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