Spare him!—pity me!" With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the sound of heavy footsteps entering the house. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. " Blueskin nodded, and left the room. ‘One of your countrymen, perhaps?’ The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the darkness. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. "He'll not trouble you on the liquor side, Mac. And this damning evidence―’ with a brusque gesture at the portrait ‘―must also be destroyed.
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