It was denied him, for as he closed his eyes—though but for an instant—the whole scene of his former visit to the place rose before him. "To the world's end," answered Jack, darting after him. Blood, they say, won't come out. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers. After all, the Wastrel was in luck: he was alone. When a mere child she fixed her affections upon a youth named Thames Darrell, whom her father brought up, and who perished, it is supposed, about nine years ago; and she has determined to remain faithful to his memory.
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