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She could not realize what she saw. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. “You’ve got my view,” he said, after a pensive second. "Sit down, fool!" "Jack," said Kneebone, who had been considerably interested by the foregoing scene, "are these regrets for your past life sincere?" "Suppose them so," rejoined Jack, "what then?" "Nothing—nothing," stammered Kneebone, his prudence getting the better of his sympathy. The dress of this person was excessively showy, and consisted of a scarlet riding-habit, lined and faced with blue, and bedizened with broad gold lace, a green silk-knit waistcoat, embroidered with silver, and decorated with a deep fringe, together with a hat tricked out in the same gaudy style. “I want to inquire,” said Ann Veronica. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him. “It—it—must come,” she faltered.
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