As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in the wall. “That is my dream of you,” said Manning, warming. Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. “Did he tell you, Annabel?” “Yes. Before he forced an entrance, Jack tried it, and, to his great surprise and delight, found it unfastened. There were three exit doors. Then Gosse spoke again, answering the question in her mind.
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