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"Is she? It is too late for her to be out," returns Geoffrey, thinking of the chill evening air.,"Pray step in, Mr Greyquill, and be seated!",Off they bounded, side by side, through the fragrant spring evening. The red of the western sky touched to brighter rosiness their glowing cheeks, tinted Jean’s wind-blown hair with gold. As they neared the town she shot ahead in a last ambitious spurt, wheeled and faced him as he came up.,"I'm Thomas Pledge, acting second mate of this 'ere ship, ma'am.",There is a pause. In shrinking doubt she awaits the moment that shall make him take advantage of her words. But that moment never comes. In vain she waits. At length she lifts her eyes, and he, flinging the parchment at her feet, cries, roughly,—,He picked up something that glittered in the firelight, and held it up for his chum's inspection.,He waited for an hour but Anson did not come. How was he to know that Billy had undergone a change of heart? Had he not caught the cold glint in Billy's eyes, when he had sneered at him in the class? Previous experiences had taught him caution. He had watched his brother go out behind the wood-pile and had promptly made tracks in the opposite direction.,"But you like Lady Rodney?" says Mona, in a puzzled tone.,"I understand that your honour's got command of this ship," answered Paul.,"Like 'Loraine Loraine Loree,'" says Violet, laughing.,"Will you complete your lading by the date announced for your sailing?",CHAPTER VI THE END OF THE LABYRINTH.