The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. "What do you want fot that coat, friend?" asked Jack, as he came up. I cannot be intimate—’ stressing the word with a deep look ‘— with one I feel to be a stranger. F. " "You do not remember me, I dare say," observed the stranger. Miss Mary and me, and Martha too sometimes.
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