So I undertook to
protect her by keeping love out of her life, by crushing it whenever it appeared,
obliterating it. He was not a
sailor. “And, after all, I am
just one common person!”
She watched the throb of the arteries in the stem of her neck, and put her hand
at last gently and almost timidly to where her heart beat beneath her breast. "He called me a wanton, Hoddy. Oh, Mr Jarvis paid no mind,’ she added hastily, as if
expecting disapproval. ’
‘Get going, then,’ Trodger told his men. you did what you had to
do. Frequently she
would doze in her chair; but the slightest movement on the bed aroused her. His
shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were
stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his
head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged
hat.
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