The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. “Annabel at last,” he shouted. And what's more, I promise to abide by his decision. Forgetting the dark thoughts of his last brush with the girl, he dropped the dagger back in his pocket, quickened his pace, and went back into the house to look for his hostess. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months.
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