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"Did Mr Lawrence state the reason of this change?" enquired Captain Acton. Hinter laughed constrainedly. "I've been pretty well through the Settlement, and most of the creeks are like that," he replied. "What do you suppose causes that scum and that peculiar odor?" he asked, casually. "Well?" Caleb asked finally. "What about it?".
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Caleb turned quickly towards a pile of goods, behind which an audible titter had sounded. "Erie out in her boat?" he asked, casually. "I don't hear her voice, or her whistle." Meanwhile, Lucy crossing the bridge pursued the road to Old Harbour Town. She walked up an incline as gradual and pleasant as the lane which had brought her to the river. The hedges on either side stood thick, and the road was sentinelled by trees which when robed in their foliage transformed a long space of it into a beautiful avenue. The way took her straight to Lower Street, at the corner of which stood "The Swan" Tavern, a posting-house with a signboard that swang rustily through the long dark night, but behind its little lower windows a glimpse of old-world comfort could be caught: a sanded floor, a dark-polished table ringed with impressions of immemorial mugs of ale set down upon it, a little grate high perched in a setting of china, an old Dutch clock, and a black-board for the score. Hinter smiled. "Never mind," he said gently. "And how is he standing it?".
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