"The pocket-book you prigged contained the letters I wanted. " This she did carefully, but inwardly commenting that he was still in the realm of strange fancies. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. . ‘Laisse-moi,’ she threw at him, her brief attack of sobs already ended, although the trace of tears on her cheeks bore witness to its sincerity. The fee is owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation.
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