This was number 13, Montague Street, familiarly spoken of in the neighbourhood as “White’s. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. Spurling's sooty imp, Caliban. ’ ‘Believe me, she wouldn’t have cared. Don't unman him. I've been thinking about it ever since morning.
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