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’ Her lashes fluttered. . " "May be not," replied the old sailor, drily; "but you'll find it too stiff for you tonight, anyhow. And yet—he thought of the supper party where he had met Annabel Pellissier, the stories about her, his own few minutes’ whispered lovemaking! He was a self-contained young man, but his cheeks grew hot at the thought of the things which it had seemed quite natural to say to her then, but which he knew very well would have been instantly resented by the girl whom he had just left. And sometimes he overflowed with a peculiarly malignant wit that played, with devastating effect, upon any topics that had the courage to face it. " "At all events, let me send her away, my dear," supplicated the carpenter, anxious to avert the impending storm. You know not in what dark places my life has been cast; with what crimes it has been stained. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. ‘So now you may safely cease your roundaboutation, and tell me what took you to Remenham House. ” She replied. The plank hung over his head. They had turned into the street, on the opposite side of which were the flats where Anna lived. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat.
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