Your laugh reminds me of—of——" "Whose, Sir?" demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave. I shall never come back. As he looked around, he beheld an incessant stream of passengers hurrying on below. Rot, no doubt; but we can’t alter it. She left them and went back to Sebastian, never uttering a word about her visit.
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