Give way, and let us render what assistance we can to the poor wretch. "Oh God!" exclaimed Jack, in a tone of the bitterest anguish. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. Even in her own sorry skin-and-bones state of wraithlike pallor and gray under eye circles she was drawing unwanted attention from would-be admirers. ’ ‘Miss?’ gaped the soldier. It wouldn’t be you.
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