The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. God would have taken mercy on her baby, seeing that she had already had too much pain and that he had taken her beloved mother. She speedily reached her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. No doubt he knew enough of his world to recognise that he stood little chance against the word of a major of militia. He dug about in his mind for a term to fit her, and he came upon the word new.
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