Nicholas is dead. I’ve made up my mind. Ten thousand islands, and each one good for a night's rest. "A thousand pounds," he observed, gloomily, "is a heavy price to pay for doubtful secrecy, when certain silence might be so cheaply procured. I'm not noble; so my honourable ancestors will not turn over in their graves.
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