I'm not interested in him. “What year was 221 that, about 1350?” He asked in wonderment. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. When Captain Darrell's birth is ascertained, I've no doubt he'll turn out a nobleman's son. The young lady—if she had come in here at all—had vanished.
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