" "Unpossible, master," rejoined Ben; "the tide's running down like a mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. Do you know whoso portrait this is?" "I do not," replied Thames, repressing his tears, "but I believe it to be the portrait of my father. The lighting-up pierced the obscurity of the box, and Ramage stopped his urgent flow of words abruptly and sat back. “All these days I have taken her for you. Upstairs, in the little dressing-room, the panel was opened by means of tugging a small candlesconce in the wall. ' That has always haunted me. ” Lucy observed, watching her friend.
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