Those were dreams. Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. Was she so fearful still? Roding shrugged and grimaced. " "You may go, and welcome, Madam!" rejoined Kneebone, spitefully. Who is she, I say?” “My sister!” Annabel faltered. “Where am I?” he muttered. She was writhing to get her hands loose and found herself gasping with passionate violence, “It’s damnable!—damnable!” to the manifest disgust of the fatherly policeman on her right. He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. He had pictured her, if indeed she had ever had the courage to do this thing, as sitting alone, convulsed with guilty fear, starting at her own shadow, a slave to constant terror.
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