"Take my life, if you're so disposed. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. " "Farewell, Jack," cried twenty voices. It's of no use. A black-garbed figure crept forward, noiselessly, towards Gosse’s back. He was a shy boy outwardly but she knew him better in his thoughts, in which perhaps she had already taken upon the role of lover.
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