‘But—’ ‘Nothing at all for you to worry your head over,’ said the captain, moving to try and usher her forth. She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. Send you the shirt. I wonder whether you would mind, Lady Ferringhall,” he went on, with a sudden glance at her, “if I tell you that you yourself remind me a great deal more of what she was like then, except of course that your complexion and colouring are altogether different. Does it?” “I think it does. "She was mine before you ever saw her. It wasn’t. ’ Lucilla eyed him with one of those particularly feminine looks it was difficult for a mere male to interpret. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust.
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