“Yes. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. She wanted to be alone. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. I know not who you are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an injustice. good, miss. Beside me on Anna’s table was a pistol. Leave the means to me. Taber. But this revulsion was engulfed by the succeeding waves of pity and understanding.
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