” Annabel rose to her feet. He turned in at the club. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. But take a drop of wine," urged he, filling a drinking-horn and presenting it to her; "it's choice canary, and'll do you good. ” The wonderful likeness between the two girls was never less noticeable than at that moment. Bit priggish, isn’t it? And if he only knew it—so absurd.
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