” “You did not——” “Wait, Annabel! When I arrived in London I went to live in the cheapest place I could find. ” “I am staying,” she answered coolly, “at a small boarding-house near Russell Square. “Just fine. "My good friend, Owen Wood,—Heaven preserve him!—is still living. ‘She won’t. Go easy. But this modern miasma—” Mr. Shamefaced curiosities began to come back into her mind, thinly disguised as literature and art. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. His face was downcast. Rollo barked.
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