"Has he escaped?" asked the thief-taker, faintly. After all, he had the means of setting this tormenting doubt at rest. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. " "Will there be any danger?" "To Mr. The Night-Cellar XVIII. ” “But don’t you see how I must stand to you? Don’t you see how it bars us from being lovers—You can’t—at first. She dismissed the whole subject with a little shrug of the shoulders. ” Ennison thought so too half an hour later, when having cut out from one of the bridge tables he settled down for a chat with Annabel.
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