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Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. " "Don't listen to him, father," cried Thames, unconscious of what was passing; "there are plenty of people outside. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. A crisis of some kind was toward. "I am no murderer," replied Sheppard. " "None whatever," rejoined Wild. I'll have to put some pep into the game— American pep. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. Any man might have endeavoured to protect himself in this fashion, a man with no one to care, with an unnameable terror at the thought (as if it mattered!) of being buried in alien earth, far from the familiar places he loved.
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