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Annabel! Annabel!” His voice became a shriek. "There's the house," said Jack, pointing to a pretty cottage, the small wooden porch of which was covered with roses and creepers, with a little trim garden in front of it. "Right!—right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against his breast. The quarry had passed out into the open sea. He might have been a complete innocent, she did not know and did not bother to find out. “I won’t go home,” she said; “I won’t!” and she evaded the clutch of the fatherly policeman and tried to thrust herself past him in the direction of that big portal. She feared he might take her tears as a sign of weakness. Such revelations she hoped would be considered out of place and inappropriate. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers. “Mean as an old mule, too.
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