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"Take care of yourself, then," rejoined Thames, doubling his fists, and advancing towards him: "though my right arm's stiff, I can use it, as you'll find. But they were old enough to start remembering you as mother, and we cannot have that. "I've spoken. If ever he requires my services, he shall find I'm not ungrateful. There was no rush. I hope I haven't given any unintentional offence?" said the widow, again meekly appealing to Wood. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry. I never forgive an injury.
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