I’m rather scornful. The poet's appearance altogether was highly prepossessing. “I—I didn’t love the man I was engaged to,” she said. I won't keep you long. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. I've no doubt he's as honest as either of you.
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