Her gratitude swelled within her. Poor girl! she was beautiful once; so beautiful as to make me, who care little for the allurements of women, fancy myself enamoured of her. Sheppard, attend to what I'm about to say to you. She was no longer certain that she desired an Englishman, if she must judge of one in particular. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. " She rose. “Every one. Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek. . . John Sheppard. How long he sat there, reeling off this drivel, he never knew.
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