" "Perhaps not," replied Jack, to whom an idea had suddenly occurred. “I don’t know how to prove myself to you, John. ” Ennison looked steadily at the cigarette which he was tapping on his forefinger. It doesn't matter that you deal with black people. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. At any rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself about inside her head within a yard of him. He rose deliberately to his feet and confronted them. Jack, who had formerly been in the custody of both these gentlemen, gave them a very cordial welcome; apologized for the sorry room he was compelled to receive them in; and when they took leave, insisted on treating them to a double bowl of punch, which they were now discussing with the upper jailer, Mr. His new wife’s face was sweet and angelic with hair the color of flax, her belly already visibly large beneath a roe skin pelt. CHAPTER XXIII. ‘Oh, dearie me, you make me feel a traitor.
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