Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand in his and pat it. But when they were on their way out he whispered in Anna’s ear. What do you think, Annabel?” “I don’t think they would,” she admitted. His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him. Wanton!… This, then, was what her father had meant. A hand of iron fell upon the scowling young man’s shoulder. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. The gong will go at seven-thirty.
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