It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. “How fortunate I am, Miss Pellissier! All day I have been hoping that I might run across you. He parried without apparent effort. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. She made a few protests, a few excuses for her action in accepting him, a few lame explanations, but he did not heed them or care for them.
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