"What ho!" he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the brandybottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. " "Perhaps not," replied Jack, to whom an idea had suddenly occurred. ’ ‘Not, I trust, Nicholas Charvill?’ ‘Hardly. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. uk Cover Art by David Evans Bailey www.
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