’ ‘Between the devil and the deep blue sea, he were,’ agreed Pottiswick’s daughter. Guiltily, she felt very little for him, and yet she wondered what he would be like. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. Smith decidedly the plainest of the two. " "Hold your tongue, sirrah," rejoined Shotbolt, not over-pleased by the remark, "and mind what I tell you. She is like some character out of Phra the Phoenician: she's been buried for thirty years and just been excavated. ‘Ah, no,’ Gerald uttered at once, lowering his voice and infusing it with all the promise he could command.
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