They might applaud, or object, or interfere, but the drama was her very own. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel’s future. ’ The sergeant’s air became positively avuncular. “Annabel,” she said brusquely. "You don't recollect me, I presume?" premised the stranger, taking a seat. ‘She?’ ‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am. She looked about and discovered a door partially hidden by shadow. There was an air of repressed gaiety in her actions: the sense of freedom had returned; her heart was empty again. ’ ‘Gammon!’ burst from the captain, who had just tossed off a glass of Madeira. ” “Well,” she said, “has there not been some reason for this? The likeness to Annabel could scarcely have escaped remark. Had you died, I should have fully obeyed the instructions on that envelope. You are not with the Kent militia, are you?’ ‘West Kent, yes.
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