"Wet your whistle before you start, Jack," said Kneebone, pouring out a glass of ale. This man has an evil reputation. Oh dear!—how sorry I am I ever left Wych Street. I trust you will not accuse me of discourtesy if I express my pleasure that henceforth our ways will lie apart. As she drew off her skirt she felt something in the pocket, and remembered the letter which the commissionaire at the Carlton had given her. "Nothing more than this," answered Kneebone,—"that after the failure of his projects, and the downfall of his party, he retired to his seat, Ashton Hall, near Manchester, and has remained there ever since, entirely secluded from the world. Annabel turned on the electric light and made her way into the sitting-room.
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