“You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. ‘What we have to find out is whether or not the wretched female is in fact Lord Charvill’s granddaughter. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter. “But, of course, she may have come from one of the other flats. You know not in what dark places my life has been cast; with what crimes it has been stained. She saw her mother, her pale face, a woman in a white robe, calling to her from a sun drenched balcony. Yet the thing hidden within her called and called. His eyes were fixed upon the tablecloth. “I want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea.
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