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Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. ‘Gérard is not mad, only of a disposition entirely interfering. That last year in Paris, when Annabel and she had lived in different worlds, had often been a nightmare to her. “My dear Annabel,” she said, “this is delightful, but I thought that it was forbidden. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. Wood was so much exhausted that he was obliged to retire to his own room, where he continued for some hours overpowered by grief. It gave her great satisfaction to hear that Madame Chamberlain had spent a night in the county jail, even if the nocturnal activities picked right up again after two weeks.
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