” “Annabel! Annabel!” Annabel stamped her foot. “Was I that bad?” He asked. "Go to the pump, Nab," he said, when this was done, "and fill a pail with water. Her thin fingers were armed with nails as long as the talons of a bird. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. Langley is getting up, and coming this way. She hesitated about her name, and, being prompted, gave it at last as Ann Veronica Smith, 107A, Chancery Lane. Killed is too kind a word.
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