I wrote three letters yesterday and tore them up. Men had tried that before, but never until now had they been quick enough. I hate what I am. So do please believe that in this matter I am acting for the best. “I think,” she said, “that I will tell you everything. People running, screaming, hiding. He is extremely old—forty at least—and he has a belly excessively fat. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered.
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