"Ja, ja, Muntmeester," said the Hollander, shaking his head in reply;—"very bad —very. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York. Into one of these he waded and rolled and rolled, despite her commands. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. Go off and live together—until we can marry.
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