Oh, you must believe me. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full. But she perceived that to tell Manning of her Ramage adventures as they had happened would be like tarring figures upon a water-color. Insulting cries became frequent and various, but for the most part she could not understand what was said. McClintock does it; and he knows why.
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