Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in order. Of this I'm certain, however, she was much too good for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter's wife, still less what is she now. Clearing the recess the instant after his companion, he flew to the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took out the key. How fortunate that she recognises the resemblance. Through an open door was a glimpse of the bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. Have I your final answer?" "You have, Sir Rowland," she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each moment would prove his last. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror. Stonily he had disengaged himself.
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