Once a sick sailor drew three pictures for
me and set down every stay and brace and sail—square-rigger, schooner, and
sloop. One morning, as he took his stand on the Hong-Kong packet dock to ambush the
possible tourist, he witnessed the arrival of a tubby schooner, dirty gray and
blotched as though she had run through fire. It’s odd how
little I know of him, and of how he feels and what he feels. Part 8
“Why should I ever come back?” she said to herself, as she went down the
staircase. ”
Annabel clutched her sister’s hands. Goopes was convinced exercised an exceptionally purifying influence on the
mind. He was a young man of
about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in dress
or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the indescribable
expression of cunning pervading his countenance. What was she going to do?
One main idea possessed her: she must get away from home, she must assert
herself at once or perish.
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