And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. His shoulders were bent, his face was furrowed with wrinkles. The poor fellow's half smothered. The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. She was wholly unable to conceal her knowledge of his presence. Behind them stalked Blueskin, enveloped in a rough great-coat, called—appropriately enough in this instance,—a wrap-rascal. She glanced towards her sister, and curiously enough found in her face some faint reflection of her own rather sombre mirth.
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