" "Hadn't you better hold a moment's parley with the gentlemen before proceeding to extremities?" suggested Jonathan. " "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. " And, as if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered, underneath, upon the sawdust. 265 The madness crept around her like smoke under a door.
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