Please sit down, Miss —dear me, I haven’t asked you your name yet. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. No doubt they've all been rejected; but he couldn't throw them overboard. “You and Anna,” she said, “seem to have stumbled upon a mare’s nest. I'll eat them when we start. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so.
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