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The Blue Lagoon: A Romance

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 1053    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

from the hearthrug, stood with her

nfused noise from the hall, the sound of luggage being b

e that made

can carry

st suggestive of Uncle Sam with the goatee beard as depicted by the unimaginative artist of Punch. And it was a voice she had h

more, only the wind that had risen and

it the lamps and then after a few minute

said the lawyer; "not a bit of harm in him, though I

s he?" ask

about and drive their own motor-cars and gamble on the Stock Exchange." He pulled out his watch and looked at it; it pointed to ten minutes past seven; then he lit a cigar

rticularly surprised if you had been told that he was only nineteen. Good-looking, well-groomed and well-dressed, he made a pleasant pict

of a man of the world of thirty,

o the fireplace talking, as she took her seat in the armchair on the right, whilst th

ce every now and then he included Phyl in the conversati

by the Holyhead rou

replied

d you think

f newspapers under his arm who received me like a mother just as I landed, hypnotised m

s," said Phyl, speaki

produced upon her the

t some places produce on

been her

or how I

lights alon

ld not possibly remember. The feeling had almost worn off now. It had thrilled her, but the thrill

s quite pleasant and nice but-but-well, it was almost as though she

er had been followed by a chill. His manner displeased

respectfulness to herself-Lunatic ideas, for the young man could not possibly have been more cordial towards two utte

the meaning of peaceful persuasion till he had sold out his stock on me. Now in the St

think of Dublin?

ings that struck me most about Dublin w

ce followed

Irishman that

as for Phyl, she knew no

ush it up. I should think it's pretty much the same to-day as when Lever wrote of it. It's a survival o

I've managed to survive it. It's not Chicago, of course; it

he felt shocked at his want of tact, and he was casting about for something to say about the sacred city

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