”
Annabel had been lying curled up on the lounge, the personification of graceful
animal ease. Books!
She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from
heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. God is a jealous God, and He turned upon me
relentlessly. And now tell me
what has happened to my poor mother?"
"Ever since your last capture, and Thames's mysterious disappearance, she has
been dreadfully ill," replied Winifred; "so ill, that each day was expected to be
her last. John said nothing. ’
A panel slid open and she stepped into the relative light of the little dressingroom, Kimble close behind her. "
"No fear of that," laughed Kneebone. . Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the
dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to
look for his hostess.
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