Ramage. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. "So, stir your stumps, Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. "After all our pains we were near losing him, Sir Rowland. " "I promise to ask no more. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. "Take him home, Saunders," said Sir Rowland, resigning his faulty steed to the attendant's care, "I shall not require you further.
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