The fellow swore lustily, in a voice which Jack instantly recognised as that of Quilt Arnold, and vainly attempted to rise and draw his sword. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. ‘I would read your body,’ he whispered, and lifted her fingers to his lips. A nurse came hurrying up. 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. You can trust me, Anna. Tell him about the island, the coconut dance, the wooden tom-toms; read to him.
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