‘I do not know your Gérard. " "Devilish hard! I'm not allowed a chance," grumbled Austin, as he was left alone. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. His instinct was in the direction of considering his daughters his absolute property, bound to obey him, his to give away or his to keep to be a comfort in his declining years just as he thought fit. "Stay!" cried Wood, "this is a most perplexing business—if you really are privy to the affair——" "We'll talk of it to-morrow, Sir," returned Jackson, cutting him short. But we've got to cook up some kind of a story to protect her.
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