He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. It resembled Mardi Gras, and she thought disdainfully of New Orleans. What would he come as? Presently she roused herself with a guilty start from the task of dressing and re-dressing Mr. . He had nothing to guide him; for though the torches were blazing ruddily below, their gleam fell only on the side of the building. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. Get a license—just an idea of mine.
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