’ ‘Do you indeed?’ rejoined the old lady, twinkling at him, and urging him towards the door. ” A little sobbing cry from Annabel arrested Sir John’s attention. It fell with a clatter to the floor. . ’ ‘But—’ ‘You’ll get her all over blood again. It was evident the lady’s servant knew his mistress, for he had come equipped with a tray upon which reposed a decanter and two glasses. She shuddered; the room was unfamiliar and unwelcoming. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so here goes. The coachman having received his order, and being offered an extra fare if he drove quickly, set off at full speed. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. God knows how you did it.
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