He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. He rested on one elbow. “I’ve been thinking—all the afternoon. The galleries adjoining it were crowded with spectators,—so was the roof of a large tavern, then the only house standing at the end of the Edgeware Road,—so were the trees,—the walls of Hyde Park,—a neighbouring barn, a shed,—in short, every available position. Annabel looked up and down the empty street, and then turned to her sister. Lost from all protection, all her family dead—as are mine. Twelve years ago! It is an awful retrospect. Spurling and Marvel rose too. She paced restlessly to the door and back again, biting her tongue on the hot words begging to be uttered. \" He commented heartily, wiping the sweat from his brow with his hand.
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