" "You might trust me," said Rachel, in an offended tone; "but never mind. Leave me my blanket! I'm very cold at night. Mistresses neither deserve consideration nor commiseration. All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. He winced from the wasp-like sting. For a time they were very difficult. And Ann Veronica walked beside him, trying in vain to soften her heart to him by the thought of how she had ill-used him, and all the time, as her feet and mind grew weary together, rejoicing more and more that at the cost of this one interminable walk she escaped the prospect of—what was it?—“Ten thousand days, ten thousand nights” in his company. Just as he was preparing to follow, the wherry containing Rowland and his men, which had drifted in their wake, was dashed against his boat. Everything had so far come to pass as the withered old Kanaka woman had foretold.
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