There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts. On a bench at the foot of the trees, with a pipe in his mouth, and a tankard by his side, sat the worthy carpenter, looking the picture of good-heartedness and benevolence. Jacques, Jacques!’ His face was white, but his eyes were open, if a trifle glazed. And think things out.
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