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"And, oh! forgive me, though I can never forgive myself, for the misery I have caused you. “Oh. His head was small and bullet-shaped, and he did not wear a wig, but had his sleek black hair cut off closely round his temples. I know what I am doing better than you do. Perhaps you will explain the state of panic into which I seem to have thrown you. I put my foot down like—like adamant. “Annabel! Why, what on earth have you been doing to yourself, child?” she exclaimed. What sort of proof? There are no papers at Remenham House. To-morrow I am going to Paris. His mother used to live i' this village, just down yonder; but when her son took to bad ways, she went distracted,—and now she's i' Bedlam, I've heerd. I knew him in spite of his dress. Thank goodness you’ll understand. Altogether, it was the most dreadful noise he had ever heard. I shan't let you off a farthing. ’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol.
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