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A bend of the river's path shut out the view of Old Harbour Town and the Harbour, and just when Mr Greyquill reached this turn, he saw Mr Lawrence coming along the road, having manifestly gained it by a little bridge, some distance beyond which was another way, but rather roundabout, of getting to Old Harbour from Sir William Lawrence's cottage. "Who are you, anyway?" asked Scroggie as he got groggily to his feet. As the schooner, swifter by two to one than the battle-ships, passed onwards on her road to the Victory, the Admiral and Captain Acton recognised some of the three-deckers in which they had served as midshipmen..
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And now, after days of loneliness and nights of terror, Maurice was up again and outside where he could catch the wood-breeze and smell the sweet odor of plants and clearing fires. He wondered how many years he had been away from it all. How old was he now? Why didn't his mother answer his questions? He did not realize that his voice was weak; he had forgotten that his mother was deaf. All he knew was that nobody cared a hang for him any more, not even his own mother. His weak hands clutched at the bandage at his throat, as though to tear it off and hurl it from him. His head sank weakly back against the wall, and the tears came to his eyes. "He went with me to the foot of the Causeway last night, ag'in," he said softly. "Be here," said he, "on Saturday next. It may be that I'll give you the berth. No more words. Off with you!" "Well, we don't play the game that way in these parts," said Billy and passed on, unheedful of the uncomplimentary names the chagrined driller threw after him..
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