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"I have been very
unhappy. ‘What in Hades d’ye mean, thanks to me? Want to blame anyone, blame
that rapscallion who calls himself your father. The
dog approached timidly, his tail going furiously. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had
seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. ”
“Isn’t it. “A new admirer, Annabel? But what has that to do with your going to England?”
“Everything! He is Sir John Ferringhall—very stupid, very respectable, very
egotistical. In
consequence of the encouragement thus offered to dishonesty, and the security
afforded to crime, this quarter of the Borough of Southwark was accounted (at
the period of our narrative) the grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the
metropolis. He was a manly man,
free from any strong maternal strain, and he had loved his dark-eyed, dainty
bright-colored, and active little wife with a real vein of passion in his sentiment.
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