’ He glanced at the portrait behind her. She guarded her mother, or at least she had liked to think so. All four people moved a little nervously into the drawing-room, maintaining a sort of fluttered amiability of sound and movement. She was pensive and thoughtful. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded. She did not therefore reveal to him that he had guaged her with accuracy. Wood, who appeared to be collecting her energies for a terrible explosion, "in the hope that they may prove acceptable. CHAPTER III. In doing this, he chanced to raise his eyes and half fancied he beheld, shaded by a pillar at the extremity of the western aisle, the horrible countenance of the thief-taker. Perhaps it was loneliness.
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