“But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel. What a pity! But why? There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should drink, knowing the inevitable payment. "The gentleman is a stranger to me, Poll," replied the woollen-draper, with increased embarrassment. By following her he had discovered her secret nook in the rocks. "Can't you take me with you?" urged the voice; "I'll make it well worth your while. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up.
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