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He was standing up with the telegram crumpled in his hand. . On that first occasion, the delay in locating the entrance to the secret passage meant that she had to wait until morning to make her search. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. Wood,—"he'll never mend. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one.
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