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” Chapter II THE ADVENTURE OF ANNABEL The man spoke mercilessly, incisively, as a surgeon. She drew up a chair and sat down, putting her palm on the damp, cold forehead. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. " So saying, he descended a short spiral staircase, and, entering a long stone gallery, from which several other passages branched, took one of them, and after various turnings—for he was familiar with all the intricacies of the prison— arrived at the cell of which he was in search. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. " Not many days after this event, on a bright October morning, the bells rang a merry peal from the old gray tower of Willesden church. "Who've you got with you?" demanded the Amazon, boldly. " "Iss, missis," grinned the black. He was every bit as much a pig as this Emile. Manning. He slid out of her.
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