‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. There were swift actions, too: a Kanaka crawled out upon the bowsprit to make taut a slack stay, while two others with pulley-blocks swarmed aloft. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. ’ She pronounced the name with painstaking accuracy, Gerald noticed.
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