" "A miniature! Of whom?" "That I can't say," replied Jack, mysteriously. There was going to be no quarter between these two. "Coming!—so is midnight—so is Jonathan Wild," retorted Jack, with a significant look at Thames. "I've just recollected that my husband left a key with me, which he charged me to give you when I could find an opportunity. I hope you will always remember——” Annabel held out her hands with a little cry of protest. Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites.
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