She had been so busy with life that, for a vast gulf of time, as it seemed, she had given no thought to those ancient, imagined things of her childhood. Hill closed his eyes. I am your servitor. “After all,” she said, “if this person will not be reasonable, I am afraid——” It was enough. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. “I suppose I ought to congratulate you,” he said. White. Shoving between them, she confronted the captain herself. For if the likeness between the sisters was remarkable, the likeness between this girl and the poster which he had come from studying was more remarkable still.
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