" "God help me, what a muddle!" The cigar crumbled in Spurlock's hand. Brendon and I are great chums,” he went on nervously. ‘Ain’t no call for you to go a-blaming of yourself. ’ ‘Yes, but I need a word with Gerald,’ protested the captain, hanging back. He looked at his port wine as though that tawny ruby contained the solution of the matter. Pearls too! I mean it. “I suppose I fell in love with her, Ann Veronica. It’s not like we’re getting married. Wood set off at full speed from the Mint, and, hurrying he scarce knew whither (for there was such a continual buzzing in his ears and dancing in his eyes, as almost to take away the power of reflection), he held on at a brisk pace till his strength completely failed him.
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