Annabel was conscious then of the slow anger which had been burning within her since the night of her visit to the “Unusual. “There are some people,” he said at last, “who seem fated to carry on their shoulders the burdens of other people. There must be persons tender and loving in this world. I—I hurt myself. It was wrenched away from Melusine’s clutching hands. There he sat as before, with the heavy fetters on his limbs, and beside him sat his three companions, who had since expiated their offences on the gibbet. But the besetting evil of the place, and that which drew down the severest censures of the writers above-mentioned, was that this spot,—which of all others should have been most free from such intrusion—was made a public exhibition. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said.
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