“But I must, I will,” he answered fiercely. She came in while he was still in the throes, conviction battling with commonsense, his own apprehension. He loved the sea, and could give a good account of himself in any weather. I was a novelty. She had grabbed! She became less and less attentive to his meditative, self-complacent fragments of talk as she told herself this. " At this juncture, two women, very smartly attired in silk hoods and cloaks, appeared at the door of the Lodge.
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