Commodore Junk — page 352: what you’re looking at

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LAST WORDS. 845 He had good excuse for his dilatory ways, being still far from strong; but now he was bound on the task of performing what he told himself was his duty—that of going straight to Lady Jenny Wildersey, confessing everything in an open, manly way, and begging her to set him free from the engage- ment he had made. “T could not marry such a woman now,” he said to himself again and again; “she would drive me mad !” It was a hard struggle, but he was determined te carry it through, and one morning he crossed the Park and the Mall, and made his way straight into St. James’s Square. Everything looked the same, except himself, for he was bronzed and worn, and his countenance displayed ascar. But he was as brightly dressed as on the day he called to say fare- well, for he had had to attend at the admiral’s to give an account of his proceedings, and had found, to his surprise, that not only was the loss of his ship condoned by the complete rooting out of the buccaneers, but he had been promoted, and was shortly to engage in another expedition, this time to the East. St. James’s Square looked just as of old, and the same servant opened to his hasty knock and met him with a smile. He had come without sending notice, and he had made no inquiry since his landing, telling himself that it was better so; and now, strung up for his painful task, he strode into the great marble-paved hall. * Ask Lady Jenny if she will see me—a private interview,” he said to the ponderous old butler who came forward as the footman closed the door. “Lady Jenny, sir? The countess is at the lakes with his lordship.” “The countess! I said Lady Jenny.” CONnnicGloOolk<s =)