\" \"Good night, Mom. "I don't know how it is," he added in a low voice to Thames, as they were left alone, "but I've a strange foreboding of ill. "I know not—and care not," replied Jack. ’ Kimble chewed his lip, but his hostility was visibly lessening. " She made the companion without touching stay or rail, which necessitated a fine sense of balance, for there was a growing vigour to the wind and a corresponding lift to the roll of the sea. “It is not, of course, a pleasant subject of conversation for you or for me, yet I think I may venture to suggest to you that your sister’s—er—indiscretions—have reached a point which makes a separation between you almost a necessity. “I can’t.
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