“My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was forbidden. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. As soon as he was gone, Jonathan went up stairs to the audience-chamber; and, sitting down, appeared for some time buried in reflection. After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address.
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