“It couldn’t be. Sir Rowland, who had continued absorbed in thought, with his eyes fixed upon the sloop, as she made her way slowly down the river, disembarked more leisurely. They had a universe to talk about—two universes. Turning now, and running down the terrace. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take me. To this Jack replied, that he should be perfectly contented, provided he might have a small allowance of gin. I can get that at the bar," the manager said, curtly.
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