The Closing Scene 472 EPOCH THE FIRST. Of course she had often heard sailors hammering out their ditties. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes. “I know. ’ ‘Will you indeed? Truly?’ His smile held so much tenderness, she was tempted to surrender at once. "Perhaps," replied Wood, doubtfully. Recurrently she heard: "I don't know; I really don't know. How came you by the hurt, eh?" "How did I come by it?—that's a nate question. “Why should I bear the burden of your wickedness? Who knows what might come of it? I shall permit nothing of the sort. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. ” She slipped it on her finger, and added, in a voice she tried to make matter-of-fact: “It was given to me last week. Come up stairs, and take a glass of brandy.
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