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I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and an idiot. Shall I send him to Sir John?” Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held her fast. Running to Gosse, she seized the portrait from his hand and lashed out, taking him off guard, so that he staggered back and fell against the card table. "You won't refuse it, Mr. " "A word," cried the boy, as the janizary was preparing to obey his master's orders. It has been already intimated that Jack had an excessive passion for finery; and it might have been added, that the chief part of his ill-gotten gains was devoted to the embellishment of his person. She is English, and apparently in some distress. Chapter XX ANNA’S SURRENDER “This is indeed a gala night,” said Ennison, raising his glass, and watching for a moment the golden bubbles. D. Chapter VII MISS PELLISSIER’S SUSPICIONS “Anna!” Anna kissed her sister and nodded to her aunt.
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