“But, forgive me, you are tired. " "What the devil's in the wind now, Captain?" cried Blueskin, in astonishment. He measured out the portion of another peg, the bottle wavering in his hand. "I could almost forgive the wretch the injury he did me in depriving me of my poor dear wife—No, not quite that," he added, a little confused. Taking the direction pointed out, he rode off. A tarnish of constraint that had recently spread over her intercourse with Capes vanished again.
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