Softly the last note died, and then the player emerged from the grove. He was little and bent. He wore a ragged suit of corduroys and a battered felt hat with a red feather stuck jauntily in its band. His face was small, dark, and unshaven. In one grimy hand he carried a small demijohn. Arriving opposite Caleb, he lifted his battered hat and bowed low as a courtier would do.
Big B casinol, "But suppose that fellow Paul had not met you?" said Captain Acton.
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Big B casinol "Your father was telling me a few days ago," said Captain Acton, "of a narrow escape of yours, sir.".
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