The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. She emerged with a white face and wide-open eyes upon a little, red-lit landing. It’s gone. Don’t think it was anything better than fever—or a bit beautiful. But—it’s one of the things I’ve just been thinking over.
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