"Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. Think! You could not have done it. She felt it would save explanations if she did not state she had left her home and was looking for employment. I did it in self-defence. ” She shook her head. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure. You see, I’m selfish.
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