’ ‘Unless it is Captain Roding,’ put in Lucilla Froxfield from the curved back sofa on the other side of the fireplace. Perhaps I may borrow yours one day?’ ‘Lucilla, you wretch,’ burst from the captain. Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. "O'ons! Captain," cried Blueskin, as he grumblingly obeyed the command; "if you've left off business yourself, you needn't interfere with other people. I don’t think that the rest of the people here like us very well, do they, Arthur, so we’re obliged to be friends. But, let's see the prisoner.
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