“Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. She sought hastily in her mind for a plausible answer to an obvious question that didn’t come. " "My mind's made up," rejoined Jack, coldly,—"we part to-night. Your glove will suffice. Oh, cuss it!” “Eh?” “He said I would.
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