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Annabel ignored both the chair and the invitation. Still he had a decent look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. Young noblemen ought to be indulged in their frolics. "The night before last, Mr. Wood," said Jonathan, advancing towards him, and speaking in a low tone, "the secret of your adopted son's birth is known to me. He was, in fact, quite eager to go on living. " Upon which, with an assurance that he would not do so, the attendant departed. By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your name—perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil!—gone!" He looked around in vain. "I've got something to say to you," continued the speaker, rather less harshly; "something to your advantage; so come out o' your hiding-place, and let's have some supper, for I'm infernally hungry. To wait for hours and hours for the night! The sea empty for days! You forgot the monotony, the endless monotony, that bends you and breaks you and crushes you—you forgot that!" Her voice had steadily risen until it was charged with passionate anger. But it is all over now, and presently there will be some one else. "No Mohocks! No Scourers!" cried the mob.
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