‘Hadn’t meant you to know,’ said the nun gruffly. “Annabel;” he moaned. The action steadied him; and there was a phase of irony, too, that helped. The present divinity of the cellar was a comely middle-aged dame, almost as stout, and quite as shrill-voiced, as the Billingsgate fish-wives above-mentioned, Mrs. ’ ‘You should be happy that you are not dead,’ she retorted, but with a diminution of the venom and fright in her voice. But I can't consent to the course you would pursue—at least, not till I've given it due consideration. The booming voice and the energetic movements spoke plainly of hurry.
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