Men were going hither and thither with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to support the tottering habitations. “Thank you, ma’am. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place. “Go it, miss!” cried one. What had shifted his casual interest was the visible prospect of a party of three who were coming down the packet gangplank. Wood, was much better furnished with eatables than might have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of ham, a meat-pie, and a flask of wine. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own.
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