Jane was a smoldering auburn-haired Irish beauty who seldom spoke to anyone. It was a refusal of expediency, he said, and not an absolute refusal. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. Only three days. It did not occur to her that save for some accidents of education and character they had souls like her own. These persons were Mr.
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