She sat on the edge of her bed and looked about her, at her room, at the row of black-covered books and the pig’s skull. To-night she could have hugged both the old maids. Wood, who had merely absented himself to see that a public breakfast, which he had ordered at the Six Bells for all who chose to partake of it, was in readiness. Then he sat down again in a chair and said that people who wrote novels ought to be strung up. ” “And I have been dreaming and thinking—” “I am frightfully sorry. " "Done!" cried the old sailor.
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