“If one was free,” she said, “one could go to him. "Oh! they are—are they?" muttered Jack, triumphantly; "that'll do. ” Tears flowed down her face. “You shall,” she said. "Right!—right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against his breast. When he had finished he took up the wine list and ordered a bottle of dry champagne. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. When he tried the scullery door, and would have moved on, Hilary intervened.
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