" "Wretches!" screamed the lady; "don't dare to breathe your vile insinuations against me! Oh! Mr. " There was a momentary and terrible silence, broken only by a few feeble groans. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. F. It was also cold, and dark, for there had been no time to light the lantern.
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