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The guests congregated within the night-cellar were, in fact, little better than thieves; but thieves who confined their depredations almost exclusively to the vessels lying in the pool and docks of the river. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. John, he was between me and the door. " "Is he leaving England?" demanded Thames, in astonishment. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the boards, "or we'll force an entrance. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. Besides, I'm afraid her simple honesty will spoil any invented yarn. The hills surrounded her cave home protectively. “Who the hell are you, Lucy?” “Promise me you will never tell anyone.
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