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“I have never yet met a man whose intellect I could respect. There was little more here than a sideboard, a chest for the vestments, and a simple wooden chair. ” Annabel sank suddenly into a chair. His expression became pained. But in its stead—toward morning—there appeared another idea which appealed to him as sublime, appealed to the primitive conscience, to his artistic sense of the drama, to the poet and the novelist in him. He would take her with great force. "I'll make a sketch, too," he said. A creature of convenience, she could have cared less if her children were carried away by drunkards on the street. " "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood.
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