Mr. \"Okay, all right, no better time than the
present. But perhaps he was right not to tell you the truth. I don’t. ‘Forgive this intrusion, ma’am, I
beg. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and
you can’t think and all the rest of it. Do you think we could
manage that old clothesman between us, if we got out of this box?"
"I'd manage him myself, if my arms were free," replied Thames, boldly. A piece of
seaweed touched her hand, tender and green. The deafening report froze time. Holding down the light, he perceived that the wounded man had risen to the
surface, and was trying to clamber up the slippery sides of the well. He was looking pale and ill. Do you want me, too?”
“Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of
rapture. He wiped the sweat from his chin and forehead. “You could tell me but you’d have to kill me?” He
asked with a sardonic grin on his face. " Quarter of an hour later O'Higgins stepped
off the gangplank.
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