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A few feet away, across the low vases of pink and white roses, sat Annabel, more beautiful to-night perhaps than ever before in her life. Two children, who had been caught in the jam-closet: ingratiating smiles, back of which lay doubt and fear. Sebastian drew over to her and lifted her chin from her chest. He stood still, almost breathless. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. "I don't see how I can improve it. Ruth could not be told now. Sebastian, as doctor, was constantly around the sick and the dying.
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