He is Jacques. Wood then led the way up a rather high and, according to modern notions, incommodious flight of steps, and introduced his guest to a neat parlour, the windows of which were darkened by pots of flowers and creepers. He had dungarees on and a blue work shirt. All its better points were improved, while the less attractive ones (and they were few in comparison) were subdued, or removed. True, on board the ships she had watched young men from afar, but only with that normal curiosity which is aroused in the presence of any new species. He hung vaguely for a moment as she passed. She loved Florence, wandering the huge markets which bustled day and night. Both McCloskeys disappeared on the same night, without a single trace.
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