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“My God!” and ceased to move. Through this confusion the carpenter struggled on;—now ascending, now descending the different mountains of rubbish that beset his path, at the imminent peril of his life and limbs, until he arrived in Fleet Street. She sat in a chair in the parlour and regarded the darkening sky through the small casement window. That Capes should love her seemed beyond the compass of her imagination. Softly she rose to her feet. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting.
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