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"I was right," replied Jack, returning as coolly as if nothing had happened. " The Wastrel laughed. I’ve bored you or something. I do not even know his name. . ‘And how is it that you have acquired this garb of a religieuse?’ he asked as she fitted the veil over her head. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. Winifred's face had a thoroughly amiable look. Why should he stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his head? CHAPTER III He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without her asking! The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. Feel for the lock, and prize it open,—you don't need to be told how. Come in! Come in, do.
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