It was Jack, wasn’t it?’ ‘Aye, s-sir. The Ragged Edge. “My arrival appears to be opportune,” he said stiffly. Spurlock remained where he was until the sail became an infinitesimal speck in the distance. “In two days,” she reflected, “Mrs. Light flooded the uncarpeted chamber, revealing the decayed state of the place. "Well, Jack," said the prize-fighter, in a rough, but friendly voice, and with a cutand-thrust abrupt manner peculiar to himself; "how are you, lad, eh? Sorry to see you here.
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