“I suppose all life is an affair of chances. I’ve always had a sneaking desire for the writing-trade. ” “Annabel, are you mad? To England! You are joking, of course. Besides," she added, blushing yet more deeply, "it isn't a proper one to talk upon. Chairs were overturned. I keep my finger on the pulse of things. A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. I merely mention these circumstances to show the accuracy of my information. Are you prepared to do it?” Her hands clenched.
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