"Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir? Answer me that. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. Annabel was in hiding all the time. The room was worse than pokey, it was shabby; and the view from the window, of chimney pots and slate roofs, wholly uninspiring. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again.
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