’
‘And where do you propose to go?’ enquired Gerald carefully. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he
had done, the old trader nodded. As the woollendraper's back was towards him, he did not perceive him, but continued his
passionate addresses. "
"But I'm used to that, Hoddy," she said, eagerly. ”
His arms were around her. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different
air. "Forgive—forgive me!"
"I have nothing to forgive," replied Mrs. She felt the warm nearness of his. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. Whatever those
rights may be, whoever I am, my heart is yours. I done just what you
asked. Perhaps I deceived you about it. A little Madeira seemed to recover her enough to resume the discussion. ‘Gérard!’
‘Yes, it’s I,’ he said, and grinned.
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