” “You have her face and figure,” he muttered. It’s my other side of the moon. Eyebrows knitting, she looked towards the ground a few feet away from him, guiltily. Don’t touch the handle, Annabel! Curse the thing, you’ve jammed it now. His face was half hidden under a freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened.
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