" "You're strangely superstitious, Sir Rowland," said Jonathan, halting, and looking steadfastly at him. She slipped past the servants, her soft roe-skin shoes unheard on the old stone. Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek. She had something of the feeling a Hindoo must experience who has been into surroundings or touched something that offends his caste.
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