Again he played for her; and again the eruption of the strange senses that lay hidden in her soul. She had thought it a mirror, because it was her. "How sweet these roses are! Shall I put them into water?" "Put them where they came from," replied Mrs. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. Luckily, she was bereft of consciousness, and was thus spared the additional misery of witnessing what afterwards befell him. ” “Lady Ferringhall—alone?” Ennison exclaimed. There was no response. So I undertook to protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared, obliterating it. CHAPTER II.
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