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She imagined descending the stairs, hearing Mike’s uproarious laughter as she peeked around a vacant corner with a lump in her throat. It was perfectly legitimate. He was content to talk about himself, though in the back of his clever mind he already suspected that she was not offering any details about her life. And severely hurt that pig, which was a very good thing. To her chagrin, he ignored her, and turned a venomous eye on his betrothed. The fire—if there was any in him—never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold inward agitations. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. Not far from him was a knot of lads drinking, swearing, and playing at dice as eagerly and as skilfully as any of the older hands. But there is need for the proof that I am me, and that is what I look for. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang. My natural parents both died a very long time ago and I have been on my own for a great deal of my existence. “I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. Come up stairs, and take a glass of brandy.
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