" "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. “I cannot pretend that I am glad to see you, Lady Ferringhall,” he said quietly. “Why don’t you?” “Well, it might mean rather a row. “Ciao.
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