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“You must answer me, Annabel,” she continued. . Why should I?” “At last,” he murmured, “at last I have found you. "I had to give in to him. ’ She shook her head sadly. But in the train going home her aunt reasoned it out. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. She hung about his chair, followed him to the door, touched his sleeve timidly, all the while striving to pronounce the words which refused to rise to her tongue. He thrust the smaller weapon into a scabbard that hung from his belt. It was the gallows. What happened at Dollis Hill. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss.
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