"Jack!" Her son averted his gaze. It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the youth inexpressibly beautiful. He squatted and threw his arm around the backs of her knees. Then, as Ramage readjusted himself in a corner, he remarked: “These young people shoot up, Stanley. Everybody, he felt, must be listening behind their papers. By this time Capes’ hair had bleached nearly white, and his skin had become a skin of red copper shot with gold. Speak lower. “You remind me of the story which they tell against us over here, you know—of the Englishman who refused to be saved from drowning because he was unacquainted with his rescuer.
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