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Annabel shines like a star in the darkness, Rosamund queens it a rose, deep rose; But the lady I love is like sunshine in April weather, She gleams and gladdens, she warms—and goes. Even in death, Vorsack was not a man. ” She slipped on her cloak and stepped into the hansom with him. "Why you pretended not to recognize the photograph of the young fellow you toted around these diggings all day yesterday. On the floor was a handkerchief, a little morsel of lace. Her momentary instinct was to run to him and be comforted, like the old times.
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