She was to be a Corsair’s Bride. Amongst others, a person near the door, roused by the
shriek, observed a man make his exit with the utmost precipitation. ‘I have only borrowed
it. This way, my dear—and—
you’ll excuse my mentioning it, but a quiet blouse and a little chiffon, you know,
will be quite sufficient. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the
shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed
cheerfully. Annabel was in
hiding all the time. On their left the river, with its gloomy pile of buildings on the opposite side, and
a huge revolving advertisement throwing its strange reflection upon the black
water. The female’s words caught at his attention, and he
no longer heard what the young Poussaint girl was saying to him.
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