"At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a carpenter, by whom he was brought up. I'd do anything for Thames Darrell. I can’t rest or work or settle down to anything while things are like this between you and me. It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. ‘We’ll cross that bridge if and when we come to it. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. He perceived clearly enough, that the chase was moving quickly; and he was also aware, from the increased rapidity with which the oars were urged, that every exertion was made on board to get out of the reach of her pursuers. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. She flung aside every plan she had in life, every discretion. You’ll never even see me again, for that 268 matter. It would be downright cruel to disillusion her. I want you to be my wife. Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. That is quite as far as I mean to tempt Providence to-night.
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