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“Indeed, you could have no more faithful friend, you could find no one more anxious to serve you. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. I too, Anna, have watched and read of your success with—I must confess it—some misgiving. ‘From the convent, where else?’ ‘It does not strike me that you can possibly have been in a convent. For five minutes he has been trying to think of something to say. The wound lay open for five seconds, and then closed neatly as if it had been stitched by invisible hands. “Is this true, Annabel? Is he dead?” She nodded.
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