“You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. Nasty, damp passages. Pull yourself together, Annabel! I must have the truth. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. ” “As long as you remain under my roof—” he began, and paused. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. ’ ‘Begging your pardon, miss, but I think as how you ought to go back to London,’ Jack ventured. Horrible details recurred to her.
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