"Oh, madam, my dearest madam," exclaimed the Admiral in a voice broken with feeling, "how am I to thank you? What words do your angelic goodness leave me for the conveyance of my gratitude?",
When he returned O'Dule was seated on the edge of the table, his feet on a stool. He was taking a long sup from the demijohn.,
"There they be now," she said grimly. "The two worst boys in Scotia, Mrs. Wilson.".
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