Sheppard, you mean, Sir," interrupted his wife, ironically. Annabel was born soulless, a human butterfly, if ever there was one. You must know, Sir, when he was a lad, the day after he broke into his master's house in Wych Street, he picked a gentleman's pocket in our church, during sarvice time,—that he did, the heathen. “It was a phase,” she said. "Hear me, Sir Rowland!" he cried. Spurlock was invariably at the high desk in the early morning, poring over ledgers, and giving the beach and the stores an occasional glance. ’ ‘I think you understand me very well. So perfect was the illusion, that he could almost fancy he heard the solemn voice of the ordinary warning him that his race was nearly run, and imploring him to prepare for eternity. Unless—would he hide from them as he had hidden from her? It was a big house, he said.
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