’ I said. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped watch, in a pinchbeck case. It creaked slightly. The Dawn Pearl. "'T is he!" he mentally ejaculated. ‘You said?’ ‘Mrs Sindlesham, your great-aunt, miss. On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting.
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