“Annabel;” he moaned. I had no curiosity of that kind. ‘No, my poor guardian,’ Gerald mocked. " "I will go, if you will consent to meet me at midnight near the old house in Wych Street," replied Jack. " So saying, he unbuckled the belt to which the janizary's hanger was attached, and fastened it to his own girdle. "Red apples and snow!" he repeated.
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