” “I think I am. But she made no answer. Ennison,” she exclaimed, “is that really you?” There was no sign of embarrassment in her manner. It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things. "He sails to-morrow morning in the very vessel by which I start," replied Jack. Would she ever find it? Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes. I got to have you under guard in the gatehouse, I can see that. ' It is signed JACK SHEPPARD. “Good-bye, John,” she said simply.
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