” “Well,” she said, “has there not been some reason for this? The likeness to Annabel could scarcely have escaped remark. The misty caravans of which she had dreamed were become actualities. “I wish you and I had drunk that love potion,” he said. Wrenching his hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. ‘I must get a handkerchief. A long chest under one of the windows was open, some of its contents dragged out and spilling onto the floor.
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