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“Annabel,” she said, “I have never asked you for your confidence. Do not be a fool, Jacques. And now, come and sit by me, my dear, and let's have a little quiet chat together. The walls are too high, and the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a supposition. All along the wooden benches before it sat a profusion of soldiery, a collection of barbers in attendance, busily employed in replaiting and powdering their hair ready for a military review scheduled for this afternoon. “I’m d——d if I understand this,” he said thoughtfully. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. He pressed the bloody wrist into her mouth, and she though she could not feel it or 72 control it, she knew she was being made to swallow. ” “You haven’t answered my question. Not a moment is to be lost. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. He, for his part, was trying to grasp the series of unexpected reactions that had so wrecked their tete-a-tete. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a separation between you almost a necessity. “I suppose things have changed?” she said.
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