Niente. After all, his was a pleasant face, and a pleasant voice, and very likely Annabel had behaved badly. ‘Don’t put me at the necessity of marrying the abominable little wretch. Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the adjoining house, were bailiffs.
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