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But she did not bother her head very much about her relations with these sympathizers. Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. “Hold on. "Done!" cried Shotbolt. The benches running round the room, though fastened to the walls by iron clamps, had been forcibly wrenched off; while the table, which was similarly secured to the boards, was upset, and its contents—bottles, jugs, glasses, and bowls were broken and scattered about in all directions. Anna nodded as she briskly crossed the pavement. It was a large room, about twenty feet long and fifteen broad, and had an arched stone roof. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. Lucy felt the hairs on her neck rise.
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