” Annabel leaned back in her chair and laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. “I wrote it for you. " "We'll be punctual," replied Mrs. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. Do you think that I shall ever make an actress, my friend?” “I doubt it,” he answered bluntly. "Continue the proceedings. General Lord Charvill disinherited him for his pains. But to England we will go.
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