It’s just upon my lunch-time. I've an idea it'll be that long before the chap gets up. Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent. The villagers were thronging to church. “I do not suppose he will be home till late. This is a tale of two young fools. “—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. Austin was dismissing a host of inquirers who had been attracted thither by the news,—for it had already been extensively noised abroad.
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