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’ ‘Why did you not claim it yourself?’ asked Gerald. Here was a terrific figure gnashing his teeth, and howling like a wild beast;—there a lover, with hands clasped together and eyes turned passionately upward. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was seen moving towards the bank. Every now and then she fingered an ornament, moved a piece of furniture, or rearranged some draperies. " "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. You are the woman I love, Anna. He was about to cut the sergeant short, when his eye fell on a gentleman walking along Piccadilly, his manner uncertain, his eyes shifting as if he sought something out. "Not a syllable!" answered the carpenter, angrily. She had, by the magic of recollection, set the picture of the typhoon between herself and her table companions: the terrible rollers thundering on the white shore, the deafening bellow of the wind, the bending and snapping palms, the thatches of the native huts scattering inland, the blur of sand dust, and those two outcasts defying the elements.
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