"Wretch!" she cried, "you shall not force me to your hateful purpose. ’ ‘What of your grandfather?’ Her lips parted in surprise. But his astonishment would have been great indeed had he known that not even her father had ever caressed her, either with lips or with hands. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. She was leaning over him and he smelled her like he had never smelled anyone before. His last actions were futile. To his consternation, she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel, with both hands about the butt. She throws a sort of spell over us all.
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