" "I tell 'ee what, landlord," observed the old sailor, quietly replenishing his pipe from a huge pewter tobacco-box, as the waterman and Wood quitted the house, "you've said good-b'ye to your friend. “Why, what is the matter with you? What do you mean?” Annabel laughed scornfully. ‘Don’t tell me. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. Neither of these wards had beds, and the unfortunate inmates were obliged to take their rest on the oaken floor.
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