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“It is strange that we should have met Annabel,” she said. Enveloped in a large cloak, Sir Rowland stalked into the
room, and took the seat assigned him; while the Jew, who received a private
signal from Jonathan, set down the link near the entrance of the Well Hole, and,
having made fast the door, crept behind one of the cases. She ran
60
past it with melancholic dread towards the slope that led
to the ocean. His noble Florentine roots went back a thousand years, to
the days of grand Rome herself. She was not allowed to bathe herself: another prisoner, with a privileged
manner, washed her. It was still
too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last
page—fifty-six. Amidship there was also canvas, and like that over the wheel, drab and dirty.
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