“I had no idea that it was so abominably late. Lucy thought of herself as belonging to Sebastian whether she liked it or not. Her disapproval was obvious enough. He did not explain what had happened to her. Think! Had you not better hurry back before Sir John discovers? You are his wife right enough. '—'No fear o' that,' thought I. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it must be taken out. Satisfied in this respect, he flung himself into a chair, for his iron frame seldom required the indulgence of a bed, and sought an hour's repose before he began the villanies of another day. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang.
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