Wood the carpenter. "Don't go, I beg of you!" she implored. ‘But on the off chance—slim, I grant you —that there is a spy down there, I don’t want to miss the fun. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. Get on with it, then. It was a capital diversion; and as usual the Leatherneck bested the Britisher, in seven rounds. “Please forgive me. My heart misgives me. The vault, in which Sir Rowland found himself, resembled in some measure the cabin of a ship.
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