"Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say," observed Jonathan,
sarcastically. She was perplexed by this, and stood for some seconds in
the empty street hesitating, until the appearance of another circumspect woman
under the street lamp at the corner reassured her. What are you after?’
‘But my pistol and dagger, imbecile,’ she exclaimed impatiently, moving
sharply back. His face was half hidden under a
freshly pipeclayed sola topee—sun-helmet. She could tell that he probably
wanted to kiss her, but she did not act upon the
opportunity. Not far from the entrance, on the left,
was a sort of screen, or partition-wall, reaching from the floor to the ceiling,
formed of thick oaken planks riveted together by iron bolts, and studded with
broad-headed nails. Kneebone, Van Galgebrok, and Baptist
Kettleby—all of whom greeted him cordially.
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