A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. B. Soot was everywhere, for the lamp would not stay trimmed in the gale. “Is that you, Nigel?” she asked. " "Never mind," said the old sailor, taking up a piece of blazing coal with the tongs, and applying it to his pipe; "let 'em try. They’ve just got to keep white. "Ah! what is that?" he cried, pointing to a dark object floating near them amid the boiling waves, and which presented a frightful resemblance to a human face. Gossip was the driving force in Sheila’s existence. ’ She stopped, her lips tightening. “Dear me! I wonder where Sir John picked her up. I seed he was one,—and a sharp un, too,—at a glance.
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