The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. “Not too bad. "All my life I've dreamed of something like this," he said, divertingly, with a gesture which included the yacht. "That's the whole difficulty. Instead, you are willing to go to a place like that where you ought not to be allowed to think of showing yourself. “I might return the compliment, Courtlaw,” he answered, “by asking why the devil you come lurching on to the pavement like a drunken man. ” Courtlaw’s walking stick, which he had been handling, fell with a crash to the ground. I'm ready to bear it all. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly.
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