His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. ’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. “And where,” he asked, “are my rivals?” “Deserters,” she answered, laughing. Once a sick sailor drew three pictures for me and set down every stay and brace and sail—square-rigger, schooner, and sloop.
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