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in vain to take advantage for another embrace, he summoned Slap-Jack and departed.
"My head must be going," thought Sir George, as he walked with his old foretopman across the frozen park. "I could have sworn I put both gloves on the hall-table with my hat. Never mind, I have one left at least for Monsieur de St. Croix to take up. Five days more—only five days more! and then"
Slap-Jack, looking into his master's face under the failing light, saw something there that strangely reminded him of the night when the captain of 'The Bashful Maid' passed his sword through Hippolyte's black body at Cash-à-crou.
