Speedily recovering
himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, "You are mistaken, Sir. McClintock wrote me about you; but all I needed
was the sight of your face as it was a moment gone. Prison was beastly. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be
great and intimate friends. Annabel believed it, came to England and married
Sir John. No offence, I hope. Can’t face a
scandal. It seemed to show a want of affection, to be a deliberate and unmerited
disregard, to justify the reprisal of being hurt. Gay, I've been in many odd quarters of
our city—have visited haunts frequented only by thieves—the Old Mint, the
New Mint, the worst part of St. He even thought he could detect the voice of
Jonathan, urging and directing them.
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