“Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if you care for them, and leave the room. The windows were grated, the doors barred; each room had the name as well as the appearance of a cell; and the very porter who stood at the gate, habited like a jailer, with his huge bunch of keys at his girdle, his forbidding countenance and surly demeanour seemed to be borrowed from Newgate. They had heard nothing, seen nothing. " "Sir Rowland is dead," replied Jonathan, gloomily. I made her my unwilling confederate. She was interested by the swearing of the witnesses. One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it. "Those tears will do you good. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion.
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