It was a copy of the pencil sketch taken of him nine years ago by Winifred, and awakened a thousand tender recollections. " "Not your only chance, Thames," returned Jack, in the same undertone; "but your best. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. Daughters were not like sons. She admired and rather pitied him, and she was unfeignedly grateful to him. " "Is the sloop ready to sail?" asked Wild, without noticing the skipper's remark. Remember! not a word!" So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern to the ground, and extinguished the light. A short way off in the fields he descried a sort of shed or cow-house, and thither he contrived to drag his weary limbs.
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