"No," replied Jack, peremptorily. Winifred listened to his narration with the profoundest attention; and, when it concluded, her tearful eye and throbbing bosom told how deeply her feelings had been interested. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy. She stared. "So I did," retorted Mrs.
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