” “Yes,” said his prospective fellow-sailor, “that’s very pretty. Do you accept it?" "Dear Thames!" "Forgive this ill-timed avowal of my love. "You musht do dat shob yourself, Mishter Vild," rejoined Abraham, shaking his head. He nodded silently, too full for words. ’ ‘It is you who is absurd,’ countered Melusine, the spark returning to her eye. ‘How do you do, my lord? I am Lucilla Froxfield. Later in the evening she heard him whistling, poor man! She felt very restless and excited.
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