” Chapter XXVI ANNABEL IS WARNED “You!” David Courtlaw crossed the floor of the dingy little sitting-room with outstretched hands. This time they would call it murder. "You were a little out of your head. But his lips were honourlocked. “Always planning for death. "Had I not been the guilty wretch I am," he cried, bursting into an agony of tears, "she would never have died thus. And she had been doubting since that walk in the Zoological Gardens whether, indeed, he did simply care for her. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that he had brought no lunch. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the deafening abyss. Sheppard. ’ ‘Woof!’ Sergeant Trodger’s eyes fairly popped out of his head, and he seized his prisoner’s arm again.
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