God help me. “Too bad to keep you waiting,” Annabel exclaimed. ‘Except Captain Roding,’ agreed the old lady, nodding at the butler. He dodged the boot this time, and smashed his left upon the Wastrel's lips, leaving them bloody pulp. In short, every contrivance that ingenuity could devise was resorted to by this horde of reprobates to secure themselves from danger or molestation. She stole the opportunity to peer at his departing figure from the closed curtains of the front room window, his shoulders slumped forward, his posture and his ego slightly deflated. Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a rolling-pin. The island had evidently grown round this lagoon, approached it gradually from the volcanic upheaval—an island of coral and lava. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. Why, then, did he touch it? As he climbed heavily into his chair, she was able to note the little beads of sweat under the cracked nether lip. Perhaps you'll give me in return some token, by which I may remind you of this occurrence, in case we meet again.
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