Wild!" demanded Trenchard, as if he had formed a sudden resolution. She tucked the mission Bible under her arm, and crooking a finger at Rollo, went forth to the west beach where the sou'-west surge piled up muddily, burdened with broken spars, crates, boxes, and weeds. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of his way to Saint Giles's. To his great joy he found a small garret-door in the roof of the opposite house open. Her face scarcely reflected his enthusiasm. Perhaps," she added, in a whisper, as she appropriated the beforenamed article, "he has a pocket-book. "Few stay more than a day. There's my thumb upon it. ‘Ah, yes? To what do I pretend?’ ‘That,’ Gerald said regretfully, ‘I have not yet been able to fathom.
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