But if I escape, my gratitude—" "Pshaw!" interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. “I can say no more. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. We’ll leave him here, with a couple of others. "What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm.
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