” Chapter XVIII ANNABEL AND “ALCIDE” Lady Ferringhall lifted her eyes to the newcomer, and the greeting in them was obviously meant for him alone. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left, and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of the "Welsh Trumpeter. "Speak, or I fire!" "Well, if you will have it, it's Sir Rowland Trenchard. His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird.
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