That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. She had treated him badly; she had hurt him and her aunt; she had done wrong by their standards, and she would never persuade them that she had done right. He told some of the particulars. ” “You haven’t answered my question. On the other a wretched engraving of the Chevalier de Saint George, or, as he was styled in the label attached to the portrait, James the Third, raised a suspicion that the inmate of the house was not altogether free from some tincture of Jacobitism. The aspect of the place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him; but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was not erected till some fifteen years later. She passed down the stairs and into the street.
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