” “May I ask,” Anna said softly, “what you presume to have been the nature of my errand here this evening?” Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp. The carpet was a quiet drugget and not excessively worn, and the bed in the corner was covered by a white quilt. Stanley poured wine. "'Odd's-my-life! what's this?" exclaimed the carpenter, looking at the superscription of one of them. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. Some man! And to conclude it all was the figure of her father in the doorway, giving her a last chance, his hat in one hand, his umbrella in the other, shaken at her to emphasize his point. “You know of no one likely to have had a grudge against this man?” he asked. At times I swear I’ve never met a more jaded fifteen-year-old, and your lie about being sixteen didn’t get by me for one second, believe it. The arrest of this person is of consequence to me.
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