There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes. Miss Ellicot, who sang ballads, and liked Brendon to turn over the pages for her, tossed her head. ” “Can’t we arrange something? Can’t we make a sort of treaty?” “He wouldn’t keep it. She put down the sketch-books and apparatus she had brought with her, pulled out her stool, and sat down. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. “You!” she exclaimed.
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