Suspicion was in his face. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. Nothing, in short, portable or valuable was left. "I loved you," replied Jack,—"don't start—it is over now—I loved you, I say, as a boy. ’ He stared at the point, glanced at the fallen sword imprisoned by her foot, and only just looked back at her weapon in time to see it thrust at him again. ‘Woof!’ uttered Trodger, gazing at the lady in some awe.
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