Hadn’t the stomach to admit the truth, had he? I’ll lay any money he labelled you with some foul French name as well. "Right!—right!" cried Jack, striking his fettered hands against his breast. Kneebone helped to the pigeon-pie; while Thames unwired and uncorked a bottle of stout Carnarvonshire ale. Everybody looked askance at everybody else. “I’m inclined to think, Stanley, myself that as a matter of fact it was the expurgated Romeo and Juliet did the mischief.
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