Annabel ignored both the chair and the invitation. "Curse him!" muttered Abraham. He was asleep. " "Better eat these, even if you don't want them," she urged. Somebody ought to talk to him, warn him. She was the High Priestess. She had never been "My child" or "My dear"; always her name—Ruth. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. I haven’t taken much account of it until now. "Do nothing without consulting my father—your father, Thames," she implored.
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