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A quarter of an hour passed. If we don’t live it will
think we are afraid of it. "
The woollen-draper replied by gallantly handing her the box, which was
instantly snatched from her by Blueskin, who, after helping himself to as much
of its contents as he could conveniently squeeze between his thumb and finger,
put it very coolly in his pocket. They are mine! They were
sent to ‘Alcide’ not to you. She interrupted. ‘But you said she was looking for proof. "He has heard of your
wonderful escapes, and wishes to see what you're like. Suddenly Ah Cum laughed aloud. And it’s like the petals falling from a flower. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she
had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. He moved, after quiet intervals, with a quick little
movement, and ever and again stroked his small mustache and coughed a selfconscious cough. Perhaps that
sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally.
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