Look at the poor victim at your feet. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. It was thought, however, if the skipper could have been found, that the result of the case would have been materially different. Give me your staff. Horrid snorters! So long, Vee! Just suggested it. If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. ‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open.
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