“I hope,” Annabel answered lazily, “that you have succeeded. Where was the message? Where was Gerald? Until he came back, what was there for her to do? Eh bien, it made no sense to do anything. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. That’s why we are here. Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry. ’ ‘Oh, she’ll be safe enough, Gerald.
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