Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. I always fall on my feet, you know. "Iss, Massa. Wood's bed-chamber—it was locked, with the key left in it. " A shadow, which was not cast by the jib, fell upon them both. Besides, I acted for others, and not for myself. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. She has given herself up to social work.
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