" The manager began some computations. What was the old tabby at? Unaccountably embarrassed, he cleared his throat. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. “Sir John!” Annabel gasped.
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