Annabel, tell me that you did not wish me dead. Once he chuckled aloud. “I don’t think you can have heard me, Vee,” he said, with intensely controlled fury. It was at his side below the breast, hidden by the dark colour of his close-fitting jacket. She was sore with the perplexities of her preposterous position. The life of a girl presented itself to her as something happy and heedless and unthinking, yet really guided and controlled by others, and going on amidst unsuspected screens and concealments. Then you will begin to see. “My dear boy,” she exclaimed. . He regretted— more deeply than he could say—the occurrence of this evening. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. Surely our advice would have been worth having, at any rate. Double-crossing wouldn't do any good.
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