‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. ‘Has this capitaine of yours not yet rid us of this Emile? What can he find to say to him?’ ‘Don’t be impatient,’ Gerald said, rising too and coming to draw her away from the door. If we were to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill.
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