. ’ The captain grasped her more firmly. She had tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar, which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better, and as an Arab sheik. " "Help me through at all hazards, Poll," cried Jack, straining towards the opening. She could hear him from the lower floor as he locked the gates and drew up the wooden part of the bridge. Sometimes she missed her cue and nodded affirmatively when the gesture should have been the reverse; and Prudence would send her a sharp glance of disapproval. He dared not go on.
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