" "We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. We've made a pretty penny by him—sixty guineas this blessed day. O God! O God!" And he appeared convulsed with agony. “You do not know what you say. Then he understood. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own natural buoyancy. Take my word for it, your troubles are over.
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