Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. He was still flashily dressed, with much obvious jewellery and the shiniest of patent boots, but his general bearing and appearance had altered for the worse. His commissions this day would not fill his metal pipe with one wad of tobacco. Even now, during the recurring doubts of the future, the thought of the island was repellent. I have written, called—of what avail is anything—against that look. The lips were straight and pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. I was helpless. "You won't refuse it, Mr.
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