"Take off the ruffles, Blueskin," rejoined Wild. He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. As she looked in this direction, the thief-taker raised his eyes—those gray, blood-thirsty eyes!—their glare froze the life-blood in her veins. They used to marry us off at seventeen, rush us into things before we had time to protest. It doesn't annoy me; it only disturbs me. He loved the sea, and could give a good account of himself in any weather. A hollow feeling opened up inside her, and she felt her heartbeat quicken.
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