Brendon’s guests,” she said, “and I scarcely think it would be nice
of me to leave him alone with Sydney. “Look at our clothes,” she exclaimed, “and besides, the funny little proprietor
has gone down himself to help it along. Someday I'll take you down there and have them rig up the coconut dance
for you. Run away now, please. Perhaps I may borrow yours one
day?’
‘Lucilla, you wretch,’ burst from the captain. Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards the
prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt, between whom
and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and then closed and
barred the door. ‘I don’t want him having an apoplexy in this house.
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