She colored faintly. Mike was showing his territorial instincts, brought out by
the fact that he was drunk. ”
“It is,” he replied, “the one humiliation of my life. Anyhow, now you’ve begun it, there’s nothing to keep us in all this from being
the best friends in the world. And yet, often when alone, he wondered: had McClintock been wrong, or
had she ceased to care in that way? The possibility that she no longer cared
should have filled him with unalloyed happiness, whereas it depressed him, cut
the natural vanity of youth into shreds and tatters. You
know you don’t mean it. Not a bark could be discerned on the
river, except those already mentioned. ‘I wish you joy of the wench. "Shall I never see that sweet face again,—never feel the
pressure of those kind hands more—nor listen to that gentle voice! Ah! yes, we
shall meet again in Heaven, where I shall speedily join you. I am Lucilla Froxfield, you must
know. I know something about
men. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and
sniffed.
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