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["Feel my pulse now, before you go," the pseudo-doctor's patient commanded. (See page 32) ]Frontispiece
["You won't forget," he urged, grave again]89
[Something very like fear looked out of his eyes]258
[She touched with her lips the back of the toil-stained hand]322

The White Blackbird


CHAPTER I

A TROPICAL DISCUSSION

"I'd far rather beg in the gutter than marry you, Jasper!" flashed the girl, at last goaded past all patience. Her clouded, indignant eyes expressed both contempt and aversion for the young man leaning over the deck-rail beside her.

He was still a young man as years go and in spite of the grey streaks in his dark hair, the crow's-feet above his cheek-bones; more than passably good-looking, too, with his regular profile and straight, spare, athletic figure, though his sleepy eyes were a trifle close-set and more than a trifle untrustworthy, though the black moustache he was twirling with a long, thin, almost womanish hand hid a cruel, selfish mouth.

In his smart white yachting-suit and panama, lounging over the sun-dried teak taffrail with his knees crossed, he seemed to be neither oppressed by the tropical heat nor impressed at all by anything that his companion could say.