Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. " "Rely on me," rejoined the executioner, throwing away his pipe, which was just finished. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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