155 The ringing doorbell jarred her from her stupor. "I knew how it would be," she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a shrew, "when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the house. ‘Lord, no! I’ve a better regard for my skin, I thank you. “What about blood banks? Have you ever tried them?” “I don’t just take blood, John. The moment I entered the room, and found you a prisoner in the hands of Jonathan Wild, I guessed how matters stood, and acted accordingly. The barmaids had too strongly appealed to his sense of novelty. “It’s best,” he said, “to make it a good round sum. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child. The bed-and table-linen were of the finest texture. Will you be a faithful and honest wife? Will you do your duty by him, and forget all your past follies? Unless, Annabel, you can——” “Oh, I will pledge you my word,” Annabel cried passionately, “my solemn word.
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