I am a man—of a sort of experience. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. As soon as she reached this spot, Wild sprang ashore, and was joined by several persons, —among whom was Quilt Arnold, leading a horse by the bridle,—he hastened down the stairs to meet him. She had felt deserving of the punishment, as he had been mainly concerned that she would be killed by accidentally falling into the pit, but it was a terrible insult. It was really very jolly to talk to a man in this way—who saw the woman in her and did not treat her as a child.
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