Now it is—’
‘What are you doing still here, missie, that’s what I’d like to know?’
demanded the man Trodger, sticking to his guns. With me
behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And
just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate
intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally
distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson
ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. The Ragged Edge. He stood up, apparently intending to put an arm about her, but she
stepped back from him quickly. "And on my part, I shall not lift a hand
to defend myself. To be confronted with the girl’s damned Frenchman of a husband was another
matter altogether. ’
He sat looking her over in silence for a moment or two, his thoughts revolving
around the name and the way it fitted so exquisitely on quite another set of
features. It's a long time since we met, eight years and
more. . "
"On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!" replied Jack, passionately.
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