’ ‘That depends, that does,’ said Trodger guardedly. She had hardly noticed the loss of her dagger, so strong had been the waves of relief that attacked her on hearing that Jack had returned from death’s door. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered.
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