Capes made a quick movement as if to bite that aggressive digit, but it withdrew to Ann Veronica’s side. The lad had just barely jangled it, when hurrying footsteps could be heard inside. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. Indeed, it seemed inevitable that she must clear it up with his assistance, or not at all. Something seemed to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. "Heaven help us!" he exclaimed; "we were mad to neglect the old sailor's advice.
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