And my word's law—with you, at least," she added, bestowing a cutting glance upon her husband. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. The morning swims in the lagoon had thickened the red corpuscle. ” “And why shouldn’t you?” “I felt that sort of thing couldn’t go on. “I mean it. He singled out my poor husband from a crowd of other felons; and you know how right he was in that case, Sir. ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her bitterly. He noted an ebony cane laid close to hand, which suggested she was able to get about. ‘Very wise,’ he commented, slightly relaxing his arm.
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