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‘Beg pardon, miss, but I’m told as how—’ She broke off, her eyes widening, her jaw dropping open. One of the sampans was hailed, and a ropeladder was lowered. ’ ‘Yes, that is Mr Brewis Charvill, as you have found out for me. Mr. Your glove will suffice. “Miserable bounder,” he murmured. Not afraid of me, either.
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