’ ‘I find that difficult to believe,’ snapped the general, jerking to and fro as his agitation mounted. "I am too much honoured—too happy in the union. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded. CHAPTER XXVI. A silver necklace enhanced the dusky beauty of her neck. For a pity, she has chosen to remain, and it has been her death. CHAPTER XXI McClintock's island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape of an oyster.
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