"He's not my son," rejoined the carpenter. "Weigh anchor, Van!" he shouted to the skipper, "and consult your despatches. A hazy face appeared through the fog of sleep, pale and thin and looming. ’ Abruptly, the niggling doubt that had been plaguing Lord Charvill came sweeping to the surface. Kneebone, I'll make one of the party. "You had better let me convey her to Dollis Hill," he said. Wood, was examined.
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