CHAPTER III.—BEAUTY AND THE BEAST.AT eighteen Annabel Blivvy was undoubtedly the prettiest girl in the district. With her beautiful, clear-cut profile she looked a real aristocrat, and the only surmise of anyone who did not know her real parentage would have been that she sprang from a long line of noble ancestors.
She had long-lashed eyes of the deepest blue, a perfectly shaped nose, a very pretty mouth, and a faultless complexion. When she smiled she showed a perfect set of teeth. Her figure was beautifully proportioned and she carried herself with the poise of a princess.
People could not understand it, for her parents were both very ordinary-looking, indeed, her father was on the coarse side and her mother uninteresting and with no features at all.
Thomas Blivvy was a veterinary sur
