He beheld a tall gaunt man, his brown face corrugated like a winter's road, grim, stony. Spurling in alarm. ” She said. Ennison, if at all,” Anna declared calmly. "'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater," replied the tar.
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