“You don’t propose, do you,” she said quietly, “that I should take this man for my husband?” “You can drive him away,” Annabel cried. I have suffered—I have sinned—I have repented. Wood, who maintained stoutly, that if Thames had been led to do wrong, it must be through the instrumentality of his worthless companion. I hope that you did not permit her to feed?” “But I did! I did!” She sobbed. It wouldn’t be you. Wood, softening her asperity.
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