" "It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box. Sir John and Annabel seated themselves at one of them, and the proprietor himself, a small dark-visaged man, radiant with smiles, came hurrying up, followed by a waiter. "You forgot your lunch," she said. “This has almost killed your father. I believe you’ve crushed a gland or something. “He wants to settle something on you, I believe. ‘From the convent, where else?’ ‘It does not strike me that you can possibly have been in a convent. See what crime does, Sir. “Oh. To-morrow night —or rather to-night, for we are fast verging on another day—I propose to lure him out of the house by a stratagem which I am sure will prove infallible; and, then, what so easy as to knock him on the head. "Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips.
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