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Let me take the satchel, sir. "Even if you
are not a principal, you are an accessory. The two young fools laughed until they cried. Solomon Smith seemed to
be Mr. Giles's. One realized indeed then
where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed
into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s
more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but
through which one saw—nothing. "I did see them on the platform of the bridge—the child and
his preserver! They were not struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the
roaring flood,—or, if they were, they escaped as I escaped.
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