" "Irons—heavy irons—night and day. Bottles and glasses usurped the place of dishes and plates. " Sir Rowland looked bewildered with surprise. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. “Hola Marteen!” She exclaimed cheerfully. " "And were I in yours," rejoined the woollen-draper, "I should be doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. Annabel, I was lying. You simply can't get good oil down there, so I must husband the few drams I carry.
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