Happy
Thanksgiving. Lucy stared at the girl for a
long ten seconds, and then looked away. Oh God! pardon me. ’ She inclined her head, looking up at him through her lashes, and
passing a tongue lightly over her lips. ‘Why does this person say you are
mad?’
‘Because I am risking having my head blown off,’ Gerald answered cheerfully. “Annabel,” she said, “you are my sister, or I would bid you take the flowers if
you care for them, and leave the room. I don’t wish to marry you at all. Indeed, it seemed inevitable that she must clear it up with his assistance, or
not at all. "Thank Heaven!" she gasped. “You belong to me,” he said fiercely; “the marriage certificate is in my pocket. “You will write to me, I am sure—and from the date of your letter I trust most
earnestly that I may come back to my old place as
“Your devoted friend,
“WALTER BRENDON. '"
"Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the
advertisement. Then his tiny
bow mouth opened into an adoring smile.
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