She might scream until her voice failed; the natives would not come to her aid; they never meddled with the affairs of the whites. 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. He had heard this talk before. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. There's my thumb upon it.
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