I am the cause of his ill-usage. A message was dispatched from Florence that she was to again receive her future husband. Mr. ” Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful animal ease. You cannot—shall not retreat. This person—this Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. In an instant, she turned on him.
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