of the island, as the Derwent winds out from the south.-Red lips and white teeth

of the island, as the Derwent winds out from the south.

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Cecilia made another unlucky attempt at judicious interference. This time, she tried a gentle remonstrance.

of the island, as the Derwent winds out from the south.

"Remember, Emily, how Mr. Morris was situated. He could hardly be rude to a lady. And I daresay Miss Jethro had good reasons for not wishing to explain herself."

of the island, as the Derwent winds out from the south.

Francine opened the drawing-room door and heard Cecilia's last words.

of the island, as the Derwent winds out from the south.

"Miss Jethro again!" she exclaimed.

"Where is Mr. Mirabel?" Emily asked. "I sent him a message."

"He regrets to say he is otherwise engaged for the present," Francine replied with spiteful politeness. "Don't let me interrupt the conversation. Who is this Miss Jethro, whose name is on everybody's lips?"

Alban could keep silent no longer. "We have done with the subject," he said sharply.

"Because we have said more than enough about Miss Jethro already."

of the island, as the Derwent winds out from the south.

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