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"For me—his master, Mr. ‘Doesn’t she, Gerald?’ Gerald held up his hands. Occasionally he would lean back and stare at the window which gave upon the sea. Here your nephew will speedily be thrown. In a moment the brisk evening breeze caught the lank canvas and bellied it taut. Ain’t enough as I’ve got militiamen quartered on me this se’ennight, lazing about all day, eating me out of house and home and drinking my liquor into the bargain. The whole place had come to life, the magic seeped out of the walls. ’ ‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said.
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