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Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. He learnt that his sister was privately married—the name or rank of her husband could not be ascertained—and living in retirement in an obscure dwelling in the Borough, where she had given birth to a son. Her eyes filled as she thought of him, the image of his laughing countenance coming into her mind, to be swiftly followed by a vision of the blood running from his cut hand. "Why do you laugh?" he asked. “You were married to him!” “It could not be legal,” Annabel moaned. ” “Why should I? I have told you that I do not wish for acquaintances in London. Spurling stood her negro attendant, Caliban; a hideous, misshapen, malicious monster, with broad hunched shoulders, a flat nose, and ears like those of a wild beast, a head too large for his body, and a body too long for his legs. ‘Neither do I,’ he responded, frowning, ‘but for Gerald’s sake, I’ll do anything I can. The man looked as though he would have liked to deny it, but could not. It’s just because all that side of your life hasn’t fairly begun. Can you lend me some stuff?” “You ARE a chap!” said Constance, and warmed only slowly from the idea of dissuasion to the idea of help. .
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