“Annabel?” he exclaimed. Suddenly he stopped short. For a space he rode the whirligig. She carried herself well, whereas her brother slouched, and there was a certain aristocratic dignity about her that she had acquired through her long engagement to a curate of family, a scion of the Wiltshire Edmondshaws. There was some justification for her annoyance, for negotiation of the secret passage demanded either a stout heart, or a desperate one. The man, who was just able to move, pointed towards Giltspur-street.
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