With some difficulty he contrived to raise her to the window, and with still greater difficulty to squeeze her through it—her bulk being much greater than his own. There was no longer any risk in association with her. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. Who invented them? Nobody knows. "I shall need little more. He's a hundred miles sou'-east of me.
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