"After all, he is my father, Hoddy; and I cursed him. And so Misther Wudd lives near the Black Lion, eh?" "He does," replied Thames. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. I proved myself early as an athlete, skills I retained long after my return home.
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