” Annabel looked intently into her glass. “Perhaps, as I’ve only just arrived,” she remarked, “I might be forgiven if I do not change my skirt. I will confide it to Father Spencer, who will acquaint you with it when I am no more. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. Beneath that tree let us lie. Both, however, having safely landed, they cautiously crossed the room, and passed down the first flight of steps in silence.
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