"She is here," cried Jack, darting forward. Annabel saw it, and suddenly changed her tone. ’ ‘Aye, miss,’ Kimble agreed, taking the garments, ‘but where will I find you?’ ‘I do not know. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. CHAPTER XXI McClintock's island was twelve miles long and eight miles wide, with the shape of an oyster. He used to call it his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. ’ ‘Is it, now? Well you won’t, then, for he won’t hear nothing, missie. "Hush!" she said.
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