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“It’s a way
of avoiding explanations. All
the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a
house when people leave it in the summer. Lucy changed into her Goodwill jeans
and sweatshirt, plastering her hair down with an elastic
band and securing it under a tight hood. The drawers at the moment were too busy to attend to her, and she
would have seized the opportunity of examining, unperceived, the assemblage
within, through a little curtained window that overlooked the adjoining chamber,
if an impediment had not existed in the shape of Baptist Kettleby, whose portly
person entirely obscured the view. Was this the result of some strange
experiment? It was the person of Annabel Pellissier—the soul of a very different
order of being. It was scarcely out of sight, when two persons, whom, he instantly
recognised as Jonathan and Abraham Mendez, turned the corner of the street,
and made it evident from their shouts, that they likewise perceived him.
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