Her eyes noted it mercilessly. The half-nude brown bodies of the crew informed Ah Cum that the schooner had come up from the South Seas. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. Is that it? I thought this very pretty. The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. Capes kept obstinately stiff, and spoke between his teeth.
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