The poor things! Oh, it was quite dreadful. "You speak English better than I do," said O'Higgins, as the coolies jogged across the bridge toward the gate. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. Instead, God had sent her Sebastianus, a man who had sold his soul to the Devil to gain eternal life, or perhaps he was even the Devil himself. With a swirl of her floral chintz petticoats, she placed herself in the capacious window seat, accepted the glass Gerald handed to her, and smiled mischievously up at him. "What did the old fellow judge from, eh, Joan?" asked he. "What for?" demanded Wood.
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