"Out of the twelve hundred subjects I've tucked up, I may safely place half to his
account. Part 4
But presently, as she sat on the one antimacassared red silk chair and surveyed
her hold-all and bag in that tidy, rather vacant, and dehumanized apartment, with
its empty wardrobe and desert toilet-table and pictureless walls and stereotyped
furnishings, a sudden blankness came upon her as though she didn’t matter, and
had been thrust away into this impersonal corner, she and her gear. She had need of a devoted
cavalier and Jack had proved eminently valuable. “John,” she said, “I can spare you that question. So far as regards his
attire, Baptist was not seen to advantage. Women! He is
always chanting the praise of some discovery; sometimes it will be a native,
often a white woman out of the stews. “No, I am alone,” she answered. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for
symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was
plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to
the higher ranks of society. “I know. But, Auntie, however in this world did
you find this island?"
She told him. It was an
unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. The darkness was almost palpable; and
the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. “Boys!” said Capes.
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