ToC
For a short space, Mrs. "I yield to
fate. 'Slife! you are wonderfully altered. She heard the ocean in the
distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. "It
can't be Captain Sheppard!"
"It is," replied Jack; "and you had better have met the devil on your road than
me. 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. ”
“How the hell did you learn to play like that?”
“Lots of practice, John. But one thing troubled him, and because of it he might never arrive on the beach.
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