And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice. He wore a French military undress of the period, with high jack-boots, and a laced hat; and, though his attire indicated no particular rank, he had completely the air of a person of distinction. She had hardly noticed the loss of her dagger, so strong had been the waves of relief that attacked her on hearing that Jack had returned from death’s door. It gave him plenty of time to obsess over his random crushes, which worried her. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. “Don’t you know?” “Oh! I know—” “Well—” Her face was an unaccustomed pink.
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