“Lucy Albert, sir. ‘Is that why you allowed me in, ma’am?’ A dimple appeared in the faded cheek. Just as he was preparing to follow, the wherry containing Rowland and his men, which had drifted in their wake, was dashed against his boat. “Do you play an instrument?” “I play the fiddle sometimes.
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