"What's the matter?" demanded Jonathan, harshly. ” He put his hands on her shoulders and lowered her onto the flat surface of the picnic bench. Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. "I half suspect this is a highwayman," thought the Jew; "he's so ready with his cash. "I'll admit that. “He is Annabel’s husband,” she reminded him.
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