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"In a camlet jacket. There was something of the sailor's rig in his costume." As evidence that Mr Lawrence was improving in general esteem, a brief conversation passed at Old Harbour House on the fourth evening following the day of the loss of the letter. Captain Acton had invited some friends to a rubber of whist. Sir William Lawrence was to be amongst the guests, but as he lived near he was always late, explaining that the fact of his living near excused him for taking plenty of time. Miss Lucy was lovely in black muslin spangled with stars as the hair is dusted with gold. "I can't, ma'am, it's locked," and in proof of his assurance, Pledge turned the handle and shook the door..
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