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... moment . 66 ' My decision ! -My commands ! " returned Lady Annabetta , raising her face , upon which no trace of tears was visible . " I , " she added , with a deep sigh , " the veriest slave alive 2 THE LADY ANNABETTA .
... moment . 66 ' My decision ! -My commands ! " returned Lady Annabetta , raising her face , upon which no trace of tears was visible . " I , " she added , with a deep sigh , " the veriest slave alive 2 THE LADY ANNABETTA .
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... is ! -Jeffries , don't you think so ? " " Yes ! " answered her cousin , kindly ; " his pulse is less feeble ; he is better . " VOL . I. F Florence looked at him gratefully , then melted into tears THE LADY ANNABETTA . 97.
... is ! -Jeffries , don't you think so ? " " Yes ! " answered her cousin , kindly ; " his pulse is less feeble ; he is better . " VOL . I. F Florence looked at him gratefully , then melted into tears THE LADY ANNABETTA . 97.
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... tears almost into sobs . She rose , and , retiring , threw her arms round her mother to comfort Lady Anna- betta , as she stood , tearless , but in a state of the greatest nervous excitement , in a remote corner of the room . Major De ...
... tears almost into sobs . She rose , and , retiring , threw her arms round her mother to comfort Lady Anna- betta , as she stood , tearless , but in a state of the greatest nervous excitement , in a remote corner of the room . Major De ...
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... tear stood in her dark clear eye . " It is well for my daughter to dictate to me my mode of conduct ! " she said , mournfully . " Yes ! I well know that I could not console him - that the sight of me would be anything but balm to him ...
... tear stood in her dark clear eye . " It is well for my daughter to dictate to me my mode of conduct ! " she said , mournfully . " Yes ! I well know that I could not console him - that the sight of me would be anything but balm to him ...
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... now , " he added , abruptly , " I have the honour of wishing you good morn- ing ! " and , hurrying away , he left Florence to her own reflections . CHAPTER VII . " These shall the fury passions tear 108 THE LADY ANNABETTA .
... now , " he added , abruptly , " I have the honour of wishing you good morn- ing ! " and , hurrying away , he left Florence to her own reflections . CHAPTER VII . " These shall the fury passions tear 108 THE LADY ANNABETTA .
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