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Gerald reached out a hand to stop her. ‘Ah, grandpére. " "Well, Sir," gasped Mrs. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. "Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the powers! I'm glad to see you. Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek. He was painfully in earnest, too. So absorbed was she by her passionate supplications that she was insensible to anything passing around her, until she felt a touch upon her shoulder, and heard a well-known voice breathe in her ear—"Mother!" She started at the sound as if an apparition had called her, screamed, and fell into her son's outstretched arms. "I suppose I was mistaken," returned Gay.
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