” His voice conveyed studied moderation. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. After a brief conversation, which Sheppard sustained with his accustomed liveliness, the old man turned to Bess and addressed a few words of common-place gallantry to her. The young male, as she had actually seen him, had been of the sailor type, hard-bitten, primordial, ruthless. And he began also at times to wake at night and think about her.
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