“So am I. In his muscular pudgy hand was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands: the portrait of a youth of eighteen. A lovely, fetching girl. At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each moment would prove his last. Wood carved the ducks; Mr. Captain Kneebone! we must trouble you to accompany us.
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