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" "Yon ask impossibilities," replied Jonathan, sullenly. "I am here, you see," said the smith. Horrors abounded in every passageway as each turn could bring a vision of a poor woman running from her screaming plague-infested son or a bloated corpse of a rich man whose mouth lolled open, showing gaps where someone had pried out a few golden teeth. Courtlaw found himself ushered without questions into Annabel’s long low drawing-room, fragrant with flowers and somewhat to his surprise, crowded with guests. The guards, horse and foot, and constables formed a wide circle round it to keep off the mob. ‘Idiot.
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