But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. Prudence reminded him that he was a county magistrate, and parliamentary candidate for a somewhat difficult borough, where his principal supporters were dissenters of strict principles who took a zealous interest in his moral character. To-morrow we'll raise our first island. A wave of pity went over him—pity for the patient, the girl, and his friend. I think not, Annabel.
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