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I know the Dutch. "Curse him!" muttered Abraham. Then she turned, and entering the inner room, commenced to dress hastily for the street. ” Annabel pulled up her veil. Sometimes it seemed to him that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to be one Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading as Spurlock. “I had the pleasure of—er—meeting you more than once, I believe. What ho! lights! lights!" And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs. The afternoon was her own; but from eight until midnight she sat beside the patient. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. A coach was also in attendance, at a little distance. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her red brocade dress as she slipped outside. “Anna of course would not accept any money from us,” she continued. Coldly she spoke, in a distinctly accented voice.
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