"He sails to-morrow morning in the very vessel by which I start," replied Jack. She looked away. And, decently as he could, McClintock was giving the man the boot. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. Yes—as he would have liked. She is a woman chosen in youth for her beauty and her intelligence.
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