“Let me get you some water, Annabel. The oaken beam, nine inches in thickness, was now the sole but most formidable obstacle to his flight. For a moment her thoughts led her back to the evening when she and Courtlaw had stood together before the window of her studio in Paris, before the coming of Sir John had made so many changes in her life. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. He thought of his severe attitude towards the girl who was rightly and with contempt refusing his measured help. The winters were terrible in cold climates, and she often had been driven to dig herself large underground pits where she waited it out like a mole in the cold months.
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