"I will swear it upon the cross!" "His name, then?" demanded the knight. " "Then it was not a dream!" ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow voice, and as if speaking to himself. " This simple admission disarmed McClintock. The last few months had not dealt kindly with Mr. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Bah. I secured the dog after he had wounded me.
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