She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. When he came to a certain sentence in Brendon’s letter he stopped short and looked up at her. Arrived at her side, it was soon evident, from the throng of seamen in Dutch dresses that displayed themselves, that her crew were on the alert, and a rope having been thrown down to the skipper, he speedily hoisted himself on deck. It could not be she who had done this.
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