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She felt
sickeningly empty. Annabel was born
soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. So he resolved to try another tack. Wild has done his
business. "
"Wait a bit, massa," replied the grinning negro,—"lilly bit—see all right fust. "
Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment, and,
looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, "Jack, Jack, you'll come to be
hanged!"
"Better be hanged than hen-pecked," retorted the lad with a malicious grin. Fire; she was full of it. She
was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a
great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether
feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her
short sleeve. "
"Didn't the natives have a name for you?"
She blushed. And there was another matter. "Bess wouldn't bear a rival.
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