“I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. ” “There’s Miss Garvice. Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. “God in Heaven, Annabel!” he cried. She rested her head upon his shoulder. Wood," said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of consumption; "and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness! You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy. When he’s found out where she’s staying, I’ll have him keep an eye on Valade’s residence in Paddington, I think.
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