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Chapter XVIII
ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE”
Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was
obviously meant for him alone. "
"Jonathan Wild!" repeated the carpenter, trembling. His grief was
so audible, that it attracted the notice of some of the bystanders, and Thames was
obliged to beg him to control it. Horrible memories of things
seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind
and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. "And you will answer it frankly?"
"Certainly. ’
‘Poor little devil,’ said Gerald, genuinely sorry for her. Open it. Every man in her life had betrayed her
one way or another. And no ill-chances. Without Jack, it was certain that she faced danger if
she went outside Golden Square. Just so had his subordinates shown their apprehension. "I didn't think you'd been so
easily fooled, Joan. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you, Misther Quilt Arnold, may
do your worst, I defy you. "How have you contrived
to still these troubled waters?"
"I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint," answered Rowland. We had better have it over.
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