Annabel shook her head. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. Better check on Remenham House, I suppose. She was like an angel with one wing. She had neither the semi-boisterousness of the average American girl nor the chilling insolence of the English. Jonathan's vexation at the disappointment was expressed in the bitterest imprecations, and he returned as speedily as he could to the trench. Her interest grew as she read, a certain distaste disappeared. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. The chapel was situated in the old ballroom, and from there, down a few stairs, the vestry had taken the place of the pantry next to the kitchens. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. Now what I want you to feel is this.
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