"The glass never sinks in that way, d'ye see, without a hurricane follerin', I've knowed it often do so in the West Injees. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. Petite build, like herself. If you live, well and good; if you die, well and good. She began to tremble violently. The truth was impossible, indecent. The inner apartment was rather gracefully furnished with a thick, fine Turkish carpet, a good brass fender, a fine old bureau, and on the walls were engravings of two young girls’ heads by Greuze, and of some modern picture of boys bathing in a sunlit pool. "Here are a pair of gloves and a nosegay for you. I do—with all my heart. Life! Life and love! It makes me want to be always young, always strong, always devoting my life—and dying splendidly. “I wondered. “If you think it worth while,” she answered doubtfully.
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