Sheppard. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. The estates must, ere long, revert to Sir Rowland. He was a wonderful little creature with a perfect tiny face, mottled pink cheeks, and eyes brighter than May. Wood's. There will be long stretches of idleness, heat, and enervation; and always the odour of drying coconut. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon thing.
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