"Oh God! she is dying," exclaimed Jack in a voice suffocated by emotion. She had always had a wonderful ear for phrasing, even back in the days of the viol. ’ ‘Just what I thought, miss. To the practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. “I can survive on my own. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so.
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