Sheppard. Probably a sick man's whim. Snatching-up his pistols, he rushed to the door, but to his horror found it fastened. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch. She would not let her move. The petals have fallen—the red petals we loved so. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak. "Go to the pump, Nab," he said, when this was done, "and fill a pail with water. “Turn me. I went to her rooms to-night.
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