She forgot her vital hatred of the South Seas; she forgot that McClintock's would not differ a jot from the old island she had for ever left behind her; she forgot all the doctor's lessons and warnings. Above the work-table was a drop-light—kerosene. It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. Be on your guard. It was something that Sebastian had refused to do, a lifestyle that he placed himself above. "Is it a bargain?" "Take half of my estate—take all—my life, if you will—I am weary of it!" cried Trenchard passionately. Here," he added, throwing a handbill on the bed, "are the particulars of the burglary, with the reward for Jack's apprehension. " "Never mind," said the old sailor, taking up a piece of blazing coal with the tongs, and applying it to his pipe; "let 'em try. I am sure.
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