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A little sobbing cry from Annabel arrested Sir John’s attention. Ten years of military life had taught him caution,
but only strengthened a fearless zest for diving into any promising adventure
with unalloyed enjoyment. "Good night!"
"So," muttered Jonathan, "having started the hare, I'll now unleash the hounds. ’
Taking the chair she had indicated with a careless wave of one stiff-fingered
hand, Gerald felt hope burgeoning. “Let us walk round to Covent Garden,” he suggested. Just as he had arrived at the mouth
of the drain, and Jack felt certain he must be discovered, a loud shout was raised
from the further end of the field that the fugitive was caught. "
"So you think," muttered Jack, between his ground teeth. "
"I promise to ask no more. I told her I was sick
today and she told me to get over myself.
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