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"But I soon shall be," returned Jack; "take these," he added, flinging the handcuffs against the wooden partition, "and wear 'em yourself. In my search after strange characters, Mr. Every eye was fixed upon the prisoner. That was one of the mysterious qualities of this child of the lagoon: she had always at instant service that Oriental mask of impenetrable calm that no Occidental trick could dislodge. “Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. The robbers proceeded singly, and kept on the grass skirting the road, so that no noise was made by their horses' feet. The drunken beachcombers; the one-sided education; the utter loneliness of a white child without playfellows, human or animal, without fairy stories, who for days was left alone while the father visited neighbouring islands, these pictures sank far below their actual importance. He was always tenderly courteous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extraordinary ones patiently; he always rose when she entered or left the room. He could only wonder that this amazing thing had remained so long a secret to him. For she knew that men married to get something. “This is Mr. That is what I’ve had on my conscience. Of course I know nothing of what really did happen in Paris—if even you ever saw him there.
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