She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. "The Wastrel seemed to take it all right. You say you have twenty-four hundred in your letter of credit. It is we who have become the parasites and toys. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. I think that I am a little disappointed in you. But his own situation was too perilous to admit of his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman. There was a flash and a loud report. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. "You must make a bold push. "Weigh anchor, Van!" he shouted to the skipper, "and consult your despatches. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the same who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened up the jewelcase for her ladyship.
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