‘Who is to be angry with you now?’ ‘Miss Prudence, that’s who,’ stated Joan bluntly. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. ‘Give me my pistol!’ Gerald shook his head, slipping the pistol into his pocket. . I’ve made up my mind. The terrific mental tension of the past few months —that had held his bodily nourishment in a kind of strangulation—became as a dream; and now his vitals responded rapidly to food and air. "He sails to-morrow morning in the very vessel by which I start," replied Jack.
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