“Oh God!” she cried, “Oh God!” and flung aside her opera-cloak, and for a time walked about the room—a Corsair’s bride at a crisis of emotion. ’ ‘It’s no use blaming me, Gerald,’ uttered Roding, shrugging helplessly as his senior turned questioning eyes on him. ’ ‘Sir!’ called Trodger, as the captain began to lead the young lady off. " "I imagine I've been in a kind of trance. It could not go on much longer, her luck. Clarice loved babies as much as Lucia did and chattered about them day and night.
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