I want to be your knight, your servant, your protector, your—I dare scarcely write the word—your husband. My servant. “Beats me. I hope you will always remember——” Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. What would he come as? Presently she roused herself with a guilty start from the task of dressing and re-dressing Mr. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin.
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