It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. “Oh yes,” said Miss Klegg; “I thought every one knew. “Won’t you give me your address?” She shook her head. ‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir.
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