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‘Oh my God,’ uttered Gerald in some dismay. “It is the same man, Annabel,” she said. The love-songs of all the ages were singing in her blood, the scent of night stock from the garden filled the air, and the moths that beat upon the closed frames of the window next the lamp set her mind dreaming of kisses in the dusk. Red apples and snow! How often had these two things entered his thoughts since his wanderings began? Red apples and snow!—and never again to behold them! "I am going out for a little while," she said. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. But the great point was still unaccomplished. ‘Tchah! So you’re the whelp’s girl, are you? Suppose you’ve nothing but that villainous French in your tongue.
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