’
‘Poor little devil,’ said Gerald, genuinely sorry for her. ’
‘But why?’ asked Melusine, astonished, and somewhat overwhelmed by the
other girl’s volubility. Spurling, formerly, it may be remembered, the hostess of the Dark House at
Queenhithe,—whence wine, ale, and brandy of inferior quality were dispensed,
in false measures, and at high prices, throughout the prison, which in noise and
debauchery rivalled, if it did not surpass, the lowest tavern. "How would you like a job on a copra plantation?" he asked, irrelevantly to the
thoughts crowding one another in his mind. I'm one of those unfortunate duffers who have too much
imagination—the kind who build their own chimeras and then run away from
them.
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