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” “We’ve come past it, miss,” the man answered, with a note of finality in his gruff voice. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. You go home and live on the G. "Ah!" he exclaimed, in a tone of anguish. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. Jack, whose back was towards it, did not see it; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that it was in view.
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