But her health was complete; she could row for long stretches, and on occasion fatigued her father in rambles over moor and fell.

Face and figure were matched in mature beauty; she had dark hair, braided above the forehead on each side, and large dark eyes which regarded you with a pure intelligence, disconcerting if your word uttered less than sincerity.
When her mother died Annabel was sixteen.

Three months after that event Mr.Newthorpe left London for his country house, which neither he nor his daughter had since quitted.

He had views of his own on the subject of London life as it affects young ladies.

By nature a student, he had wedded a woman who became something not far removed from a fashionable beauty.