"Wretch!" cried Jack. “Sit down,” he said, and perused—“perused” is the word for it—for some moments. The natural gaiety of the place seemed to have affected them both. “Call me Annabel. ’ He had abandoned the “sir”, Gerald noted, realising that the footman’s respect for him had dropped sharply. They stopped talking, except to each other. Her own pack was so light that she left it in the locker. He was pretty successful in Manchester,—a town which may be said to have been the head-quarters of the disaffected. Ruth stared into the painted face, now sundrily cracked by the coursing tears.
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