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Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. Your mother, for what it’s worth to you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for Nicholas. ’ Mrs Sindlesham laughed lightly, but her eyes quizzed him. There was a trader—a man who bought copra and pearls.
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