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She kept her face downcast. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. “By Jove!” he broke out, “one tries to take a serious, sober view. I wanted it badly. I’ll mention it. "They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. At length the manager arrived; and together he and Ruth succeeded in getting some of the aromatic spirits of ammonia down the patient's throat.
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