Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. I saw it this morning in the Daily Journal—an advertisement, offering a reward—" "A reward!" echoed Jack. Will you be wanting me alone?" asked Ah Cum. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. . He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers.
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