” She laughed softly to herself. ’ ‘Yes, well, I was too young to see it,’ the captain said, tying a knot in his makeshift bandage. They proved all sorts of things perhaps, but they were thick, unequal, pitiful pieces of work. Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. "Get from under it, Jack!" vociferated Thames. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind.
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