“Annabel;” he moaned. "So you're writing under a nom de plume, eh?" said McClintock, holding out the letter. So far he had not stirred; from his bloodless lips had come no sound. Montressor’s guests were. ’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire.
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