He seemed to be about to move toward her. Like a river swollen by many currents, it gathered force from the various avenues that poured their streams into it. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. It would be an ice storm by midnight if it did not let up. Annabel watched her with wide-open, terrified eyes. . "I can't say I did," replied Wood, somewhat reluctantly; "what with the confusion incident to the storm, and the subsequent press of business, I put it off till it was too late.
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