” “Ye—e—es. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. The man was thick set, with a bright roving eye. “Please stop fighting me. At the least, the tales had the ability to make her forget where she was; which was something in their favour. And you see, I don’t turn my back, and I am looking at you and thinking about you from top to toe. Abruptly she got out of bed, smoothed her sheet and straightened her pillow and lay down, and fell almost instantly asleep. But his own situation was too perilous to admit of his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman. Mind you don't stir till supper's over.
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