“My friend,” she said, “I have been your pupil for two years. We’ve brought a carriage to take you back to London, and I’ve settled with Trodger, who has just given me a coherent account of the affair. . . “I do,” he answered. ” “The only Montague Hill I ever knew,” Annabel said slowly, “is dead. It isn’t illusions—for us. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. You see, I’m selfish. Wood, bursting into tears, "God bless you!" Jack extended his hand towards him, and looked anxiously for Thames; but he was nowhere to be seen. Indignation carried her through that night, that men and the world could so entreat her. " So saying, he threw himself into a chair.
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