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Annabel, I was lying. I did not care—no woman really cares—to play the beggar maid to your King Cophetua. For days I have been undecided as to whether I would come to you or no. “MY DEAR DAUGHTER,” it ran,—“Here, on the verge of the season of forgiveness I hold out a last hand to you in the hope of a reconciliation. A forgotten island beyond the ship lanes, where that grim Hand would falter and move blindly in its search for him! From what he had read, there wouldn't be much to do; and in the idle hours he could write. I change them in the morning at Cannon Street, and take my book as I come down. .
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