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“I knew that you waited at the farmhouse. Gerald raised his cockaded hat, and smiled. Courtlaw might have been able to give me an idea where to stop. ” Then it was her father issued his ultimatum. 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. The lamp was spreading soot over everything and the reek of kerosene was stronger than usual. Perhaps Sir John is going to take the other one under his wing. Ann Veronica brought her luggage in a cab from the hotel; she tipped the hotel porter sixpence and overpaid the cabman eighteenpence, unpacked some of her books and possessions, and so made the room a little homelike, and then sat down in a by no means uncomfortable arm-chair before the fire.
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