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When you don’t have
any toes left, I take your precious little cock. She did not want to seem to shrink from conversation,
but all sorts of odd questions were running through her mind. Descending the hollow, or rather excavation,—for it was an old disused clay-pit,
at the bottom of which the cottage was situated,—he speedily succeeded in
arousing the ancient sibyl, and having committed Edgeworth Bess to her care,
with a promise of an abundant reward in case she watched diligently over her
safety, and attended to her comforts till his return,—to all which Black Mary
readily agreed,—he departed with a heart lightened of half its load. Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven
me, understanding. There was a trader—a man who
bought copra and pearls. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for
symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was
plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to
the higher ranks of society. You needn’t be in any
doubt about it.
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