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“You seem to be taking our little joke more seriously than it deserves, Ferringhall,” he remarked. She did not have to investigate that his door was locked. "We may trust him," he added in a whisper; "he is a staunch friend of the good cause. She forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the doctor's lessons and warnings. He looked around, and as he heard that deafening shout,— as he felt the influence of those thousand eyes fixed upon him,—as he listened to the cheers, all his misgivings—if he had any—vanished, and he felt more as if he were marching to a triumph, than proceeding to a shameful death. One point was that she was to wear fancy dress in the likeness of a Corsair’s bride, and the other was that she was to spend whatever vestiges of the night remained after the dance was over in London with the Widgett girls and a select party in “quite a decent little hotel” near Fitzroy Square. Listen to me, Winifred. But the figure was evidently too intent on peering within the ballroom to pay any attention to what might be occurring outside. Take your case, for instance. And they could talk, they found; and never once, it seemed, did their meaning and intention hitch. I am gambling on his intuition. She had been in the drawing-room for a few minutes before the gong had sounded, and had chattered gaily to every one.
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