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. ” John replied. Through an open door was a glimpse of the
bathroom—a vision of luxury, out of which Annabel herself, in a wonderful
dressing-gown and followed by a maid presently appeared. Most
unsatisfactory. He took up his hat and went. "
"Six weeks have elapsed since that fatal night," replied Jack. . But I don’t want to. There was no one else in the doorway. Glancing at each other, they rose from their seats and
ventured to address the captain. ”
He left the room, and she stood motionless, with flaming cheeks, listening to his
retreating footsteps. I’m making a mess of my life—
unless you come in and take it.
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