"Under these circumstances, Rowland did what any other sensible person would do. The prison gates were besieged like the entrance of a booth at a fair; and the Condemned Hold where he was confined, and to which visitors were admitted at the moderate rate of a guinea a-head, had quite the appearance of a showroom. She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. “It is rather odd,” he said, “but I always thought that your name was Annabel and hers Anna. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me.
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