” He smiled at her. Her sense followed the shoulders under his coat, down to where his flexible, sensitive-looking hand rested lightly upon the table. ” Sir John’s head bent lower and lower. " "Is the sloop ready to sail?" asked Wild, without noticing the skipper's remark. The air might be cool, but half an hour without head-gear was an invitation to sunstroke. “For your own sake, let me beg of you not to stay for a moment.
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