192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. It was not without considerable demur and delay on the part of Sharples that the carpenter and his companion could gain admittance to the round-house. ‘Yes, a very sad story,’ agreed the major. —'How so?' says I. Tell me, Sir," she added, with forced calmness, and grasping Wood's arm; "what has Jack done? Tell me in a word, that I may know the worst. ” “No! I’ll explain lower. I’d rather not go,” she added.
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