A SCENE FROM THE PHOTOPLAY. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. That is why they are permitted to rush in where angels fear to tread—and survive their daring! This supreme protection, this unwritten warranty to disregard all laws, occult or apparent, divine or earthly, may be attributed to the fact that none but young fools dream gloriously. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. —'How so?' says I. gutenberg. “And where are YOU going?” he said. ” “Annabel, are you mad? To England! You are joking, of course. “Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here. ‘Have I not said so?’ ‘No, as it happens. Further on, there were impressions of bloody footsteps along the floor.
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