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‘Talk to me another time. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. Gay, the poet, who wrote the 'Captives,' which was lately acted at Drury Lane, and was so much admired by the Princess of Wales. Or, if this goodlooking young fellow will only say the word, I'll go with him. "Close the door!" commanded Trenchard, impatiently. She mounted the stairs of the theatrical agent’s office with very much less than her usual buoyancy, nor did she find much encouragement in the general appearance of the room into which she was shown. ” They clambered down the hill together. He would be so disappointed. Jack, whose back was towards it, did not see it; but he heard, from the pitying exclamations of the crowd, that it was in view. Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side.
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