“Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. Perhaps in two or three weeks. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. The major will not call. ” “Sounds good. “Just forget it, Lucy! Keep your secrets to yourself!” He stomped out, slamming the heavily paneled oak door. But I don't look for peace on this side the grave.
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