Most of the vessels lying in the river were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other, or blown ashore. There was no answer. . Perhaps that is why I lost my ambition. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me. Oh! Jack, Jack, you've much to answer for!" "I have, indeed," replied Sheppard, in a tone of contrition. Ain't we, partner?" he added, appealing to Langley, whom punch had made rather dozy. “Call me Cathy, John. Good-bye aunt.
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