Why should he
stare at her in this fashion?—for all the world as if she had pointed a pistol at his
head?
CHAPTER III
He had said it, spoken it like that … his own name! After all these weeks of
trying to obliterate even the memory of it!… to have given it to this girl without
her asking!
The thought of peril cleared a space in the alcoholic fog. Spit of your mother. "Heed her not. And for twelve years he has been so; until his long security, well-nigh
obliterating remembrance of the deed, has bred almost a sense of innocence
within his breast. After this occurence, not a word was exchanged between them until they came in
sight of the sloop, which was lying at anchor off Wapping. "
"Keep it," said Trenchard, haughtily. "To-morrow night!" said Spurlock, in a wondering whisper. His hand traveled below her loose neckline,
and he cupped her round breast in his hand. “I mean it. To-morrow, we'll go to the Fleet and get spliced. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening
and it had escaped him altogether. I have an appetite which I dare not increase. Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked
the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. He could not doubt it.
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