I don’t think I shall ever care for this bonnet again. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. “It’s—private. Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his teeth, and endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire. It was empty.
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