She went on from street to street, and all the glory of London had departed. Piercing through every crevice in the clothes, it, in some cases, tore them from the wearer's limbs, or from his grasp. There was a very substantial profit in the transaction, for he paid the natives in commodities—coloured cotton cloths, pipes and tobacco, guns and ammunition, household utensils, cutlery and glass gewgaws. She was gathering quite a crowd in her newfound popularity, and the phenomenon was so apparent she could almost form her own harem of young boys. "Your business, Sir?" returned the other, stiffly. " "Wrong? What the devil could be wrong?" McClintock had demanded, irascibly. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. "For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm. One of the shutters was a trifle damaged, letting in added light. Manning came into her thoughts again, an unexpected, tall, dark, self-contained presence at the Fadden.
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