"A cookie, a nice fat cookie, with a raisin in its centre," coaxed the girl.,
Frank lifted a wan face. "You mean——?" his dry lips formed the words.,
"Are you not afraid to take the command of a ship, sir?" enquired Miss Acton, who continued to peer at Mr Lawrence over her glasses..
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