” Lucy’s eyes smiled and a weary closed lipped smile arose on her face. “She’s my wife,” the man muttered. " "My dear," observed Wood, "you should be more charitable—" "Charitable!" repeated his wife, "that's your constant cry. You could walk the city streets and with every blink you could take in a new sight of beauty so great that your heart would weep for it. His hand went to his pocket and extracted a neat silver-mounted pistol. And for many years, that was the way it was. "Don't fire," cried the latter. Baffled in their attempt, the mob uttered a roar, such as only a thousand angry voices can utter, and discharged a volley of missiles at the soldiery. It was Annabel who spoke. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before.
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