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Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. The doctor had sown a seed, carelessly. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. Hadn’t they settled that already? “I want you as a friend,” he persisted, almost as if he disputed something. But she found an unknown lady’s discarded garments, and selected some of those that she tried on, sending Kimble off down the secret passage to load them onto the horse she had borrowed—unbeknownst to its owner—from Father Saint-Simon. It was at his side below the breast, hidden by the dark colour of his close-fitting jacket. It looked as if it had taken its world for granted and prospered on that assumption—a world in which children were trained to obey their elders and the wills of women over-ruled as a matter of course. “You have not feeling enough. Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried. Whence she came,—who she was,—and what she wanted,—were questions which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was about to seek for some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a gesture of silence from the lady. But her great-aunt was nodding, as if this was what she had expected. “It seems so unfair,” she said, “to take all you offer me and give so little in return.
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