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—BRENDON. Annabel lounged in her chair with a sort of insolent abandon in her pose, and wide-open eyes which never flinched or drooped. My name is Annabel, not Anna. . Arrived beneath an aperture in the broken roof, he was preparing to pass through it, when he observed a little heap of tiles upon the floor, which appeared to have been recently dislodged. At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. The little grating in the door, the sense of constant inspection, worried her.
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