Her companion was a portly handsome man, also dressed in a full suit of the deepest mourning, with the finest of lace at his bosom and wrists, and a sword in a black sheath by his side. ” The talk became more and more inconclusive and exhausting. It now came to him with an added thrill how well she had told her story; simply and directly, no skipping, no wandering hither and yon: from the first hour she could remember, to the night she had fled in the proa, a clear sustained narrative. She arrived about nine o’clock the next evening in a state of tremulous enthusiasm. ’ Jack blinked. I came to the Beck’s house. Probably he will come around to-morrow and begin all over again. A bad man, in fact.
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