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CHAPTER V. “I’ve been thinking—all
the afternoon. The cold air gave her gooseflesh under her
red brocade dress as she slipped outside. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if
he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good
chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the
banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't
refused to take me. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own
buckled sword-belt. She was nestled
under his bedspread. Wood, delighted at the idea. It was thought, however, if the
skipper could have been found, that the result of the case would have been
materially different. It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. . “These are her rooms,” she said.
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