\" Said John as he piled the papery remnants of their meal onto the tray. ‘Jacques!’ Melusine dropped to her haunches beside his inert form, feeling for the wound. "Halloa, widow!" shouted a rough voice from below, "where the devil are you?" Mrs. Spurling was no longer allowed to visit him; he was again loaded with irons; fastened by an enormous horse-padlock to a staple in the floor; and only allowed to take repose in a chair. Let me go, Sir. Ennison himself, with the recollection of Annabel’s visit still fresh in his mind, was for a moment constrained and ill at ease.
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