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. "I'm not going to get rid of you just yet. ” “Friends!” said her father. Her name, he said, was as pretty as its wearer. She did not enter the cabin at once, but paused on the threshold and stared at the silent, recumbent figure in the bunk. “But, how,” he said, sitting up astonished beyond measure, “not go on?” “I have been thinking while you have been talking. ToC On the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of eleven, the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter of the Borough of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man, with a lantern in his hand, appeared at the threshold. Then before she could say a word to arrest him he was at her side. She was a very elegant young woman, slightly taller perhaps than her sister, and with an air of reserved strength underneath her quiet face and manner which Annabel may have lacked. The house had in fact been converted into a convent, but the fact could not be advertised, not even in the Catholic enclave that existed in this part of town. ” He pushed her a dozen yards along the greasy pavement with flat, well-trained hands that there seemed to be no opposing.
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