“I am sorry for the
way I acted, Lucy. Shall I send him to Sir John?”
Annabel was white to the lips, but her anger was not yet spent. One of them was
a stout square-built man, with a singularly swarthy complexion, and harsh
forbidding features. ‘What the devil
for? I’ll have one of the men ride the creature up tomorrow. And he hazarded a wink at the
poet over the paper on which he was sketching. My proposition is for you to keep an eye on him,
and the moment he puts on his clothes to send me a telegram, care of the HongKong Hotel. "
"Poh! poh! say no more about it," rejoined the man hastily. “I shall never be able to thank you. "Shall I never see that sweet face again,—never feel the
pressure of those kind hands more—nor listen to that gentle voice! Ah! yes, we
shall meet again in Heaven, where I shall speedily join you.
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