And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. They crossed the Channel in sunshine and a breeze that just ruffled the sea to glittering scales of silver. So far as the eye could reach, the white level road, with its fringe of elm-trees, was empty. The Roof and the Window. "At length I am my own master," murmured the knight, as his foot touched the strand.
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