Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. His gaze remained steady on the old dame’s face, as he thought about it. ’ Gerald suppressed a grin. From all angles he was at a disadvantage—in weight, skill, endurance. It had been a trying day. “Heavens, look at the time!” she exclaimed. Now for it, Thames! Make as great a row as you can to divert his attention. To-morrow morning I shall have made up my mind what to do. Perhaps Sir John is going to take the other one under his wing.
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