“I should imagine,” he said, shaking out a copy of The Times, “that it is your brain which is addled. ’ ‘Just what I thought, miss. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. ” Cathy hugged her. Raising him in his arms, Jonathan passed the rope round his body, and in this way the poor boy was drawn up without difficulty. The grate was full of fluttering ashes of burnt paper, and the easy chair near the fire had evidently been used.
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