He put it carefully aside,
resolved to defer the attempt till night. ‘It is
not possible. '"
As these words were delivered by the carpenter with stern emphasis, a female
servant entered the room, and stated that a gentleman was at the door, who
wished to speak with Captain Darell on business of urgent importance. “Mr. gutenberg. Darrell's
eyes were of that clear gray which it is difficult to distinguish from blue by day
and black at night; and his rich brown hair, which he could not consent to part
with, even on the promise of a new and modish peruke from his adoptive father,
fell in thick glossy ringlets upon his shoulders; whereas Jack's close black crop
imparted the peculiar bullet-shape we have noticed, to his head. I'm burning to get to work. The real ‘Alcide’,” she wound up with a faint smile
across the table at him, “is here. ‘Ha! Just the person I want. Heard of your last escape. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. She sprang to her feet and stood
listening with parted lips and eager eyes. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together
for a moment.
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