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He probably imagines himself to be a
thousand times worse off than he actually is. “And to-night we are friends?”
“We are friends,” said Ann Veronica, and drew her hand quickly away from
him. I am far
too much the gentleman. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men
were miles down the coast. Her lover, Darrell, has embarked upon the Thames, where, if
he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's blowing like the devil,) he stands a good
chance of getting his throat cut by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the
banks of the river, and should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't
refused to take me.
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