"Whose house do you want, master?" said the man, touching his hat. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. The evenings were beginning to draw out, and it would not be dark for an hour. “You seem to have come from Miss Pellissier’s rooms. He found Abraham on guard as he had left him. She listened, listened intently for several minutes. Evidently he was gazing at the dull red roofs of the city: but was he registering what he saw? Never glance sideways at man, the old Kanaka woman had said.
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