"Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. Be kind to her. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his plate. Your mother, for what it’s worth to you—for there’s nothing for you here, by God!—was the woman I chose for Nicholas. Years ago, when you were a girl and in the bloom of your beauty, I loved you. She whispered, “Another car is coming,” as lights approached their car.
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