" "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. ‘But—’ ‘Nothing at all for you to worry your head over,’ said the captain, moving to try and usher her forth. “I drink your very good health, Sir John and Lady Ferringhall,” he said, “and I wish you a pleasant journey back to England. But we can’t help noticing. The occasion of all this confusion and dismay, meanwhile, remained perfectly motionless; his figure erect, and with somewhat of dignity in his demeanour. A young woman with a white badge on her arm stood and counted the sections as they entered their vans. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. “No.
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