” “Annabel! Annabel!” Annabel stamped her foot. The tears were welling over now, but her voice was steady. "Come Bess,—no whimpering. This individual apparently met with some impediment to his further progress; for he had not proceeded many steps when he turned suddenly about, and darted up the passage in which Wood stood. “I can say no more. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. It was her foster brother Mike, on his way to the bathroom. “Alone, dear?” “Yes, aunt.
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