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” Annabel leaned back in her chair and laughed till the tears stood in her eyes. ” He stopped abruptly. She would compose extremely lucid and honorable explanations. Perhaps if I had watched over her more closely, things would have been different. Firmly built, as it was, the bridge creaked in such a manner with their contending efforts, that Abraham durst not venture beyond the door, where he stood, holding the light, a horrified spectator of the scene. Nevertheless, she could not prevent a rising excitement as the dawn of the new life drew near to her—a thrilling of the nerves, a secret and delicious exaltation above the common circumstances of existence. Raising him in his arms, Jonathan passed the rope round his body, and in this way the poor boy was drawn up without difficulty. He was a bad dog; he knew it perfectly; but where there was laughter, there was hope. She followed Oxford Street into Holborn, and then she inquired for Chancery Lane.
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