"I am expected, I find," observed Jack, glancing at the well-covered board. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. She felt her forehead repeatedly break out in a light sweat. ‘Oh, Jacques, I cannot forgive myself!’ ‘Never you fret, miss,’ he uttered at once in a faint voice. He had sufficient strength to wait upon himself.
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