"Do you see any likeness?" "Don't I," returned Jack, bitterly. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from contact. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. He waved a hand toward the sea. "Your health, Kneebone. He said the place had gone to wrack.
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