But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. Sailors would leave them at the trader's. His lawful wife; but nothing more; beyond that she was only an idea, a trust. ‘Don’t even think of it,’ warned Gerald, in the voice generally reserved for his men. My opportunities have been immense, and my failure utter. When her shock and the headache subsided, and she remembered that she had been reading the letter when Gosse had accosted her, she looked for it in vain.
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