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She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. CHAPTER XXII Every morning at dawn it was Spurlock's custom to take a plunge in the lagoon. She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. Tell me, Sir," she added, with forced calmness, and grasping Wood's arm; "what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I may know the worst. But she could not live in constant association with him without having these gaps filled. “I don’t think I shall.
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