One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. "To-night it is their turn," said Jonathan, binding up his wounded fingers with a handkerchief. “Annabel! God in Heaven, it is Annabel!” She did not speak.
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