"You're not hurt I hope, Sir Rowland?" inquired this individual. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. ” “May I ask,” Anna said softly, “what you presume to have been the nature of my errand here this evening?” Sir John pointed to Annabel, who was as yet utterly limp. A moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again.
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