He waved a hand toward the sea. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. Your second turn is not over, is it?” She laughed a little hardly. She would take this one back with her. CHAPTER XIX. If ever I did meet a man I could love, I should love him”—her voice dropped again—“platonically. "Ah!" exclaimed Jack, starting to his feet. "You are angry?" "Very. Cecilia’s even though it is far too much money. Ain't he, Madam?'" "He is, indeed," replied the widow, fervently; "more—much more than that.
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