” “You mean—you think——” “Hush! I think that he was concealed in my room, and Annabel and he met there. ” “It’s gone. " "How do you manage that, Mr. " "With a face as square and flat as a bottle of gin. I, too, want to understand—to walk with my head in the light. ’ She shuddered, throwing her hands over her face. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. Squads reached to the very portal of that centre of disturbance. " "My turn comes before yours, Sir," interposed his better half. “Many nights I have thought of you, Anna. "Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly.
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