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” Capes watched the limpid water dripping from his oar. " There was another pause. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. Determined, however, to conquer the feeling as soon as possible, Wood had given orders to have the evening meal served there; but, notwithstanding all his good resolutions upon his first entrance, he had much ado to maintain his self-command. It had ceased raining, but the atmosphere was moist and chill, and the ground deluged by the recent showers. . "You've ruined my hopes. ‘One of they Frenchies, that’s what I say—if it ain’t a ghost. Brendon felt his arm seized.
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