“You must have heard—have you—oh, tell me, won’t you?” she begged. She’s big, about 5’10”. No blowzy barmaids for him to-day: an American bar-keep to whom he could tell his troubles and receive the proper meed of sympathy. We, ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years ago. She gathered up the chain, revealing a locket which had lain hidden in her bosom. And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. Do you know how late it is?” She nodded. His glasses were gone. They had their little dreams about her. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. The pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent.
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