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“Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. No one was allowed to pass along Newgate Street, which was barricaded and protected by a strong constabulary force. She rambles continually about Jack, and her husband, and that wretch Jonathan, to whom, as far as can be gathered from her wild ravings, she attributes all her misery. Perhaps the old fool was not as fanciful as they had thought. Annabel a murderess! It was not possible. Why? Here was a curtain indeed. John’s demeanor shifted. I questioned him too closely about his possessions, and remarked upon the fact that he was a most inexpert driver, although Meysey Hill had a great reputation as a motorist. “Anna! Thank God I have found you at last.
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