’ ‘And who, may I ask, is Dorothée?’ asked Gerald. Brendon. Wiped out, but for these. “Annabel!” she exclaimed. It is for that reason that this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. "My son," she murmured, wringing her hands piteously—, "my son the companion of thieves! My son in Jonathan Wild's power! It cannot be. John introduced the tall boy. He listened to the thunder of the fall now mingling with the roar of the blast; and, driven almost frantic by what he heard and saw, he pushed with all his force against the stone. He watched her, savoring her curious attention. Lad, I admire you even in your folly.
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