‘Well, sir, if I’ve to choose betwixt him and you, I’ll take you, no question. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her poised body a species of paralysis. Every house-top, every window, every wall, every projection, had its occupants. He had meant to be master of his fate that evening and it had escaped him altogether. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun.
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