There he sat as before, with the heavy fetters on his limbs, and beside him sat his three companions, who had since expiated their offences on the gibbet. It was Annabel’s. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress. On taxing his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful distinctness. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand.
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