The lady murmured briefly to her husband, and then tucked her hand into Alderley’s arm. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. Just as they reached the end of the passage, they heard the voices of Jonathan and the Jew in Thames's late place of confinement. "Where are the boys?" "In the hall. "Stow it, Nab!" exclaimed Quilt, angrily; "the kinchen's awake. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made her own friends, gone her own way. There is the key. She entered quietly and padded up to her shared bedroom.
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