" "Yield to nothing," returned Wild, trying to re-assure him; "above all, when your designs prosper. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort. A wooden balcony in one of the adjoining houses was thronged with ladies, all of whom appeared to take a lively interest in the scene, and to be full of commiseration for the criminal, not, perhaps, unmixed with admiration of his appearance. That a longing of hers should be realized in this strange fashion was difficult to believe: it vaguely suggested something of a trap. To be complete, my vengeance must be tardy.
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