"My horse has had a fall," replied Jack, assuming to perfection—for he was a capital mimic,—the tones of Quilt Arnold. We begin rehearsing on Monday at the ‘Garrick’. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. Under happier circumstances nothing would have given me more pleasure than to have offered you a home with your sister. In any event, I explained that no one lived here and that we’d been called in because of suspected intruders.
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