He whispered in her ear. ’ She eyed him, all her uncertainty surfacing. Gosse backed, not even attempting to parry so unorthodox a use of the foil. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. ” She rang the bell, and he waited by her side until she was admitted to the tall, gloomy lodging-house. “Excellent!” he exclaimed. He jumped back, cursing. By many a highwayman many a draught Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft, Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down, And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown. Her cheeks flushed a dull red. You can’t! I tell you frankly you may break off your engagement to me—I shall hold myself still engaged to you, yours just the same.
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