"Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?" cried David in astonishment. ” “Sooner or later. Thank him, not me, man. Beck, it smells wonderful in here. " She showed him the locket; and he studied the face. ’ Trodger frowned, and chewed his lip. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. If you will have your peg, take it with plain water. There was every indication that she fled the island in company with a dissolute rogue.
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