"Only Jack's two wives—Edgeworth Bess and Poll Maggot," replied Austin, laughing. A beachcomber in embryo, and she had lent a hand through habit as much as through pity. The arrangement had been made by the town matchmaker, a frightening old oak of a man. "You are my prisoner, Jack.
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