She was posing before the mirror, critically, miserably, defensively, and perhaps bewilderedly. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. The room seemed a vacuum. It felt wonderful and golden to bask in the sunlight of their approval, even if their approval was fickle and dangerous. He felt his heart beat faster and faster—his self-restraint slipping away. It was a mad half-hour. A lucky escape.
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