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‘Don’t be silly. If she had once known him, if he were some former neighbour, it would be comprehensible. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. I don’t care. ” She looked at him; his face, downcast and in profile, was handsome and strong. . There came to Spurlock the recurrence of the grim resolution of what he had set out to do: that comradeship was all he might ever give this exquisite creature; for she was exquisite, and in a way she dominated this picture of sea and sky and sail. He resolved to judge for himself. They're only just gone, mercy on us! what a clatter," she added, as the knocking was repeated more violently than before. But ship that girl east as soon as you can. My arm's nearly well again. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he betrayed me. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice.
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