For a few minutes all was silent. "Why came she here?" "She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither," replied Sir Cecil, mournfully. ’ ‘Don’t count on it. ” Annabel moistened her dry lips with a handkerchief steeped in eau de Cologne. We were fellow passengers from Charing Cross, and we have been fellow lodgers in the Rue d’Entrepot.
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