“You do not know what you say. Now you haven’t the ghost of one—not if you play the game fair. But he was at last persuaded that I mean you no harm, and that I might—just possibly, since I am both a gentleman and a major of militia—be able to be of more assistance to you than he himself. " "May be not," replied the old sailor, drily; "but you'll find it too stiff for you tonight, anyhow. It is a plain case of alcoholic stupor. And what's more, I promise to abide by his decision. An ugly flush stained his cheeks. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. They were drenched with water and suds. A fire enveloped her, a fire which was strangely healing, filling her heart with warmth, blotting out the menace of the world.
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