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Chapter XXVI
ANNABEL IS WARNED
“You!”
David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room with
outstretched hands. Strict Catholics, and loyal to the backbone. If he adhered to this
policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by
night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of
recollection. I have been the
vicomte’s secretary, remember. She had gained
respect all about town with news of her fine marriage,
and her reputation as a beauty was expanding. "
"Ah!" exclaimed Sir Rowland, glancing significantly at Charcam, who was a
confidant in his Jacobite schemes; "is it the messenger from Orchard-Windham,
from Sir William?"
"No, Sir Rowland. The next hour makes, or mars
you for ever. Returning to Mrs Sindlesham’s chair, he
held up the miniature so the face depicted there was turned towards the old lady. And you think I would
marry you?’
‘Why not? I am unworthy, eh? Because I am a servant.
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