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"I've obtained two packets, containing letters from Sir Rowland Trenchard, which I've no doubt will establish your title to the estates. Wood, Sir," he added, with much emotion, "is one of the best of men, and would be the happiest, were it not that—" and he hesitated. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out. Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. But then the features changed. His fingers closed upon her hand. She were that miserable. “Nigel, don’t you understand.
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