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Mr Powell, though moved to a certain extent, was by no ht that it was all over, the other, fidgeting

in the darkness, was heard again explosive, bewildered but not very loud

in the silence of the ship and the great e to hiuess? Don't you know?"

"Good heavens!" Young Poas astounded on discovering that this was

an appeal addressed to him "How on earth can I know?"

"You do talk to that white-faced, black-eyedI've seen you talking

to herPowell, his sympathy suddenly chilled, remarked in a disdainful

tone that Mrs Anthony's eyes were not black

"I wish to God she had never set them on the captain, whatever colour

they are," retorted Franklin "She and that old chap with the scraped

jaho sits over her and stares down at her dead-white face with his

yellow eyes--confound them! Perhaps you will tell us that his eyes are

not yellow?"

Powell, not interested in the colour of Mr Sesture Yellow or not yellow, it was all one to him