"So you did," replied the prize-fighter. Ennison reeled, and almost fell. His subjects, however, were no longer entirely under his control; and, though he managed to enforce some little attention to his commands, it was evident his authority was waning fast. "No; it's only a fresh gale," Ben returned: "hark! now it comes. Chapter XXX SIR JOHN’S NECKTIE Sir John, in a quiet dark travelling suit, was sitting in a pokey little room writing letters.
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