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"Let him remain," interposed Trenchard. She pushed the former and it opened. It was still possible the child might be in safety. I wonder. It was he who saw them first coming down the room—Annabel in a wonderful white satin gown in front, and Sir John stiff, unbending, disapproving, bringing up the rear. “If I sit here,” he said, standing up before her abruptly, “I shall have to shout. You get one, you get them all. At sight of his wan features, she forgot the urgency of her need for a moment, and fell to her knees at his bedside, placing her hands on his slack ones where they lay on the soiled coverlet. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. The folds of a thick muslin neckcloth in some degree protected him, but the gash was desperate. “I can’t believe it. The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remained perfectly motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity in his demeanour. Ramage seemed always fencing about the forbidden topic, probing for openings, and she wondered why she did not give him them.
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