" "Holloa! my hearty!" cried Ben, starting to his feet. You must—you shall be mine. ” She said. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. “Cheer up, Annabel. Wood," she cried, as the staff fell from his grasp. " Mrs. I've come to take you back home.
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