“What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. He embraced her, kissing her cheek, then her neck. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped. “But how is it all going to end?” said Mr. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world. “Vee,” she said, “come home. See paragraph 1. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. If they entered a shop, he paused by the doorway, as if waiting for the journey to be resumed. Wood's favourite sitting-room, and her image was so intimately associated with it, neither the carpenter nor his daughter could muster courage to enter it before.
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