"'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater," replied the tar. In each corner stood a stout square post reaching to the ceiling. Your glove will suffice. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. “Will you help me?” he asked.
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