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“Is it your maid?” he asked. Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead. An old woman took her in. “The very question shows your ignorance,” he declared. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight. ” Mr. ’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. Had it come already? Chapter XXVII JOHN FERRINGHAM, GENTLEMAN “Confess, my dear husband,” Annabel said lightly, “that you are bewildered. The Frenchman was already being followed. Montressor’s guests were. Smith. She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself.
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