“Who are you?” She asked innocently. “NO!”
she said, at last, with something in her voice that reminded Ann Veronica of a
sprung tennis-racket. Bravo!—the
best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it better. A few words passed between him and the thief-taker as the latter came
up; after which, all the party—with the exception of Quilt, who was left on shore
—embarked within the wherry, which was pushed from the strand and rowed
swiftly along the stream—for the tide was in its favour—by a couple of
watermen. Anywhere!
Moonlight and music—pleasing, you know, but quite unnecessary. Where was the harm in letting her go? She could not get far. I don’t know if I express myself clearly. "
"No—no," laughed Jack. The latter looked very pale, either from
the effect of his wound, which was not yet entirely healed, or from suppressed
emotion,—partly, perhaps, from both causes,—and wore his left arm in a sling. ‘Parbleu,’ said Gerald. They might applaud, or object,
or interfere, but the drama was her very own. CHAPTER XVI.
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