‘Nothing of the sort,’ argued Gerald. Gave me a purse, and told me to take both of ’em up to Harwich and put them on a packet for Holland. I’d come back from the ends of the earth. The ticket line filtered slowly into the glass doors, growing louder and more boisterous by the minute. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. "I shall breathe more freely dere.
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