" "Ah," said Spurlock; "that kind of a man. Still, her face never betrayed this distraction. ” “You mean—you think——” “Hush! I think that he was concealed in my room, and Annabel and he met there. " He drew down the lamp and blew it out, and followed her into the night, more lovely than he had ever imagined night to be. All through that brief but measureless space of time during which wonder kept him silent, as fear did her, she cowered there, a limp helpless object. But not today. He was perhaps forty-five years of age. He wanted to put on his overcoat and come after you and look for you—in London.
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