Her fingers were bursting through her gloves, as if to get at once into touch with Ann Veronica. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. Her eyes seemed to be looking backwards. He had only been prevented, indeed, by a fear of Mrs. Whether the turnkey entertained any suspicion of the old man, Jack could not tell, but that night he was more than usually rigorous in his search; and having carefully examined the prisoners and finding nothing to excite his suspicions, he departed tolerably satisfied. “Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully.
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