‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. She took his hand in hers. He spoke only when he saw the sing-song girl he wanted to buy. A struggle of the most terrific kind now ensued. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. But this wild scheme was speedily abandoned; and, nerved by despair, the carpenter resolved to hazard an attempt, from the execution, almost from the contemplation, of which he had hitherto shrunk. She is in the hall now. At first Spurlock tasted coconut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell.
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