The idea that he held in his arms the girl whom he had once so passionately loved, and for whom he still retained an ardent but hopeless attachment, almost overcame him. “Annabel!” she exclaimed. ‘Don’t fob me off, boy. “Look here! Aren’t you going a little too far? This—this is degradation—making a fuss with sleeves. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. ‘Laisse-moi,’ she panted, shifting wildly in his hold, so that he had all to do to keep her thus imprisoned. Here and there, patches of flesh adhered to the bones, and the dank dripping hair hanging about what had once been the face, gave it a ghastly appearance. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. She so wanted to keep her memory of him fresh, so wanted to memorize his kisses and to conjure his embrace someday when he was mere dust in the ground. To her, marriage would be a buckler against the two evils which pursued her. You will not find it else. 1724 THE PRISON-BREAKER. ’ ‘Yes,’ agreed Lucilla excitedly, ‘and she has been telling us how much of a friend she was to your mother. She thought of Sebastian who often returned from the charnel house that the outside world had become.
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