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“Concern me!” she repeated fiercely. For her it was sufficient to know that somebody wanted her, that never again would she be alone, that always this boy with the dreams would be depending upon her. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers. Montague Hill?” Annabel put her hand suddenly to her throat and steadied herself with the back of a chair. Entering London, he bent his way towards the west-end; and having some knowledge of a secondhand tailor's shop in Rupert Street, proceeded thither, and looked out a handsome suit of mourning, with a sword, cloak, and hat, and demanded the price. “My God!” he said again. All the party were greatly interested by Sheppard's history— especially Figg, who laughed loud and long at the escape from the Condemned Hold. Pottiswick’s daughter found her tongue. “But why,” he said in the gasping voice of one subduing an agony, and looked at her from under a pain-wrinkled brow, “why did you not tell me this before?” “I didn’t know—I thought I might be able to control myself. The great gray boles of the palms reminded him of some fabulous Grecian temple.
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