We’ve brought a carriage to take you back to
London, and I’ve settled with Trodger, who has just given me a coherent account
of the affair. Who is she, I say?”
“My sister!” Annabel faltered. There it was—to be borrowed. It creaked slightly. Her tone was
icy. Quilt,
who was an ardent lover of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the
rueful appearance of these personages. Nab and Quilt
to the door! Jack, you are my prisoner. He might call
her wife, but she refused to give him his wedding night. ”
Courtlaw laughed hardly. ”
“You need help and sympathy more, Anna,” he pleaded, “and I have the right,
yes I have the right to offer you both. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black
pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him.
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