“There is no time for that. ” “I promise,” Annabel declared. ‘I find you excessively rude. A few words passed between him and the thief-taker as the latter came up; after which, all the party—with the exception of Quilt, who was left on shore —embarked within the wherry, which was pushed from the strand and rowed swiftly along the stream—for the tide was in its favour—by a couple of watermen. “Not too bad. But I waited in vain. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. By the side of her plate was a small key.
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