If he was asleep, then she much regretted that she must wake him up. The poor old imbecile! Why, this child was a firebrand, a wrecker, if ever he had seen one; and the worst kind because she was unconscious of her gifts. Perhaps I may borrow yours one day?’ ‘Lucilla, you wretch,’ burst from the captain. The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply, coughed as only a Dutchman can cough, and raising his hand from the bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonial as the Master.
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