" "We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. He was caked with dried muck. “Really, I do not know why I should have doubted it. " The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast.
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