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Anna stood looking down upon her sister with grave perturbed
face. Nevertheless, Sir
John had the look of a man who was enjoying himself. Earles’ waiting-room who would march you straight off to a registrar’s office. The young
man looked at her. She was practically an outcast, she had not even the ghost of a
plan as to her future, and she had something less than five pounds in her pocket. The assemblage was
for the most part, if not altogether, composed of persons to whom vice in all its
aspects was too familiar to present much of novelty, in whatever form it was
exhibited. Would she ever find it?
Sighing, she opened the door to the next room, and drew back the drapes. This time she feinted as his point came up to deflect her own, and
disengaging, passed under and cut at his cheek. What had she so
nearly said? She had almost spoken a name—and quickly withdrawn it. “Touch a hair on his head and you will insure that I
will never make love to you again. To-morrow we'll raise our first island. There ends
my duty.
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