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So says your capitaine. She was a lone white woman, therefore marked. You must, know, Sir Rowland—for I've no secrets from you—that, in the course of my business I've found it convenient to become the owner of a small Dutch sloop; by means of which I can transmit any light ware,—such as gold watches, rings, and plate, as well as occasionally a bank or goldsmith's note, which has been spoken with by way of the mail,—you understand me?—to Holland or Flanders, and obtain a secure and ready market for them. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. But send me word. For what indeed does she do? A simple song, no gesture, no acting, nothing.
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