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Show Page 16 nose is so far in the air, I marvel he could see me well enough to offer his condolences the other day." Anne gave a little squeal. "You mean he spoke with you?" "Aye," I said. "He even knew my name, though how he came to do so I know not." Anne's gaze suddenly flitted skyward and spots of color appeared 'neath her freckles. Methought I had found the guilty one. "Do not worry," I told her. "I am not angry. I only wish he would gawp after you. I find his dark gaze most distressing," At that moment I felt a slight scuttling movement on my skin and the hair on the back of my neck rose. I knew the sensation would be followed by a piercing of my flesh did I not find the culprit first. "Quick, Anne. I feel a louse about to make a meal of me. Would you be so kind?" Anne's fingers deftly searched my scalp where I directed. The vermin found, she popped the louse between her fingers. We then began to pick through each other's hair for the horrid, foul pests and their nits. It was not a pleasant task, but a task we knew would make us more comfortable. We had been sitting there for some time, plucking and popping, when I lifted my head to see Richard Kean standing against the rail midships. He had been staring at us, though |