” He moved himself from the recliner to the couch and patted a cushion. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. " "I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn," interposed Sharples, "at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two chicks in a coop. "I've lost my wager. Leonardo was to me nothing at all. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. In a few seconds, the shutter flew open,—then the window,—and they were in the room. "At a place we call the Dark House at Queenhithe," answered Jonathan, "a sort of under-ground tavern or night-cellar, close to the river-side, and frequented by the crew of the Dutch skipper, to whose care he's to be committed. He sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat.
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