ToC Nearly nine years after the events last recorded, and about the middle of May, 1724, a young man of remarkably prepossessing appearance took his way, one afternoon, along Wych Street; and, from the curiosity with which he regarded the houses on the left of the road, seemed to be in search of some particular habitation. ‘To where has he gone off?’ ‘No use asking me,’ shrugged the captain. He laughed at her heartily, and she laughed too as she had not for a year. This time you cannot. What had shifted his casual interest was the visible prospect of a party of three who were coming down the packet gangplank. “Four,” Anna decided firmly. . Why? If she had put the query to herself, she could not have answered it. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. If there was such a thing as love at first sight, these two must epitomise it. “Sure, but it’s not like you’re married, you know. " "You trusted too much to your own skill, Jack," rejoined Thames. A vast indifference settled down upon him.
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