Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead. The cry was echoed by twenty different voices. She liked the high, easy swing of the thing over its big wheels, the quick clatter-patter of the horse, the passage of the teeming streets. Her heart's in the right place, at all events; and, since that's the case, the rest may perhaps come round, —that is, if she gets through her present illness. The flicker of an eyelash might betray his presence. She succumbed to cancer of the breast at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting.
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