" The mortal agony behind those eyes! And all the while he had probably loved his child. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. ” Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. The man asked twelve guineas, but after a little bargaining, he came down to ten.
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