"Quilt!—Mendez!—Where are you?" vociferated Wild, sounding his whistle for the third time. "Raise your vice, and lave off coughin'," added Terence. Her natural instincts reasserted themselves. Either it was an unfortunate recovery of a trail, or he had followed her from Mayfair. Annabel was in hiding all the time.
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