CHAPTER XXIII. I was visiting the royal family, as they sought me for a tutor for their sons over the summer. One mistress enough to ruin a man,—two, the devil. But you are Annabel. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness. My people don’t know what to do. "My horse is at the door, saddled, with pistols in the holsters,—mount him and fly.
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