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Lord Charvill champed upon an invisible bit for a moment or two, closing the
gap between himself and the girl, and muttering the name to himself in an
overwrought sort of way. She smiled mechanically at the
audience, holding her violin limply, feeling the hot lights
on her made-up face. "Let us in," said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively against the
boards, "or we'll force an entrance. You shall swing for this after
next sessions, or my name's not Jonathan Wild. Where I
am in error, you can set me right. “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. "Every inch of it," replied the woollen-draper.
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