I called myself Anna. ” “Of course you don’t,” said Miss Miniver, gesticulating triumphantly with her thin hand and thinner wrist, and patting Ann Veronica’s knee. “Wonderful man!” said Ann Veronica, reassured, and stroking his cheek with her finger. Ennison had disappeared. And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the floor. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft.
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