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"You'll find a waterman asleep under his tilt in one of them ere craft, if you look about, Sir," replied Ben, backing water as he spoke. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout —haw! haw!" "If the child is destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok," replied the Master, joining in the laugh, "it'll never be choked by a footman's cravat, that's certain; but, in regard to going back empty-handed," continued he, altering his tone, and assuming a dignified air, "it's quite out of the question. But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how then?" Quilt looked a little perplexed. "Stay, dear Thames!—stay!" cried the little girl. . She made no attempt to answer her sister’s question. Gwen made an inquiry, and, directed by Mrs. “Loneliness,” she said, “is a luxury which I never permit myself. What do you mean by it, eh?’ ‘But I did not send it to you,’ Melusine rejoined instantly. I’d come back from the ends of the earth. Her aunt had a once exasperating habit of interrupting her work with demands for small household services, but now Ann Veronica rendered them with a queer readiness of anticipatory propitiation.
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