” A flush of excitement crept into her cheeks. " "Suppose he brings Blueskin, or some other ruffian with him," hesitated the jailer. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?” “Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very egotistical. Sheppard heaved a deep sigh, and opened her eyes, which now looked larger, blacker, and more melancholy than ever. Something in his tone pinched her heart. “Lucy, have you noticed that I don’t even own a dog?” He spoke into her hair. Even then she had understood vaguely that she had touched upon some philosophy of life: that one was never lonely when alone, only in the midst of crowds.
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