"Would not you like to take a trip to the West Indies in your father's ship, Miss?" said the Reverend James Prettyman, who had[Pg 160] been headmaster at a fashionable school for young gentlemen for many years past in a city about twenty miles distant from Old Harbour Town.,
"Well, what of it? Maurice found him a soft hidin' place and good pasture on his Dad's farm, didn't he?",
"Walter Watland, sir," panted Fatty, glimpsing the light in the nick of time..
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