"Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. “Can you spare me forty pounds?” she said. ’ ‘Ha! You’re Catholic, too, damn his eyes,’ growled the general. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. " "Sir Rowland Trenchard!" echoed Jack, in amazement. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home.
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