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Chapter III
ANNA? OR ANNABEL?
Sir John was wholly unable to understand the laugh and semi-ironical cheer
which greeted his entrance to the smoking-room of the English Club on the
following evening. Won't you, Jack?"
"That I will," answered Sheppard, eagerly. ‘That’s why I’m asking. “Really? Like
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who?”
“Corinne Carver, for one. Sebastian looked up and stood. Please don’t let any one know that. ’
‘That wasn’t my fault. . Hastening to the spot where he had tied
his horse to a tree, he vaulted into the saddle, and rode off across the fields,—for
he was fearful of encountering the hostile party,—till he reached the Edgeware
Road. Every window,
from the groundfloor to the garret had its occupant, and the roofs were covered
with spectators. "Shall I never banish those horrible phantoms from my couch—the
father with his bleeding breast and dripping hair!—the mother with her wringing
hands and looks of vengeance and reproach!—And must another be added to
their number—their son! Horror!—let me be spared this new crime! And yet the
gibbet—my name tarnished—my escutcheon blotted by the hangman!—No, I
cannot submit to that. With a gesture which was without any
kind of emotional expression, the manager indicated the silent crumpled figure
on the floor and gave the room number. She ignored his question. Nothing is of any
concern of ours except the discovery of the man’s identity.
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