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You know—if you want freedom. ”
Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful
animal ease. A man might be without relatives,
but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a dark lantern,
and glancing into each room as he passed, he was startled in one of them by the
appearance of Mrs. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and
demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the
adjoining house, were bailiffs. Her disapproval was obvious enough.
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