“Annabel!” He looked at her thoughtfully. ‘Silence,’ hissed a voice in French. " "Doubt me not," replied Thames. ” “She’s coming on,” said Capes. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the tempest, animating and directing its fury. There was a certain air of forced fortuity in his manner. Gosse had to release his clamp on her mouth, for the awkwardness of the position made it impossible to negotiate the little stair.
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