He saw that she was tense. Even that he was an interfering person, if he walked through that door this moment, she would fling herself at him and weep all over his chest. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. Beneath the serene unconcern of Ann Veronica’s face was a boiling tumult. But never would any so dishonour himself as to hand a fellow rogue over to the authorities. “Lift up one corner of the curtain for me. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. ‘Now see here, missie. ” He sat like a man turned to stone. Impassive by nature and training, he was conscious to-night of a strange sense of excitement, of exhilaration tempered by a dull background of disappointment.
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