" "Most likely," observed Jonathan, with a slight sneer; "the ghost of some highwayman who has just breathed his last in Newgate, no doubt. All your faults are just jolly modelling to make you real and solid. After all, it was what she had been praying for—and Annabel could not have known her address. " "No. Lucy clutched the pencil in defeat.
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