But, as soon as he perceived who it was, he roused himself, and glared fiercely at the intruder from under his bent brows. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. One could enter and leave by proa, but nothing with a keel could cross the coral gate. Mr. "Is this Misther Wudd's, my pretty miss?" demanded the rough voice of the Irish watchman.
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