"I've made no distinction between you, hitherto," answered Wood; "nor shall I do
so, unless I'm compelled. Her
mother…. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the
companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. Annabel! Annabel!”
His voice became a shriek. One point was that she was to wear fancy dress in the likeness of a
Corsair’s bride, and the other was that she was to spend whatever vestiges of the
night remained after the dance was over in London with the Widgett girls and a
select party in “quite a decent little hotel” near Fitzroy Square. "
"Make good your assertions," cried Trenchard, furiously, "or——"
"To the proof," interrupted the stranger, calmly. He kissed her
fingers and grinned. They don’t now. Wood, severely, "and go to bed.
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