She had finally managed to start breaking him down. “Indeed, you could have no more faithful friend, you could find no one more anxious to serve you. . “Election be hanged!” he exclaimed. "And his lordship, furthermore, requests me to state," proceeded Sharples, in a hoarse tone, "that he'll be responsible for the doctors' bill of all such gem'men as have received broken pates, or been otherwise damaged in the fray—ough! ough!" "Hurrah!" shouted the mob. The more her thoughts dwelt upon the subject, the more convinced she was that she could not go to any one for help; she would have to solve the riddle by her own efforts, by some future experience. He grunted, and his grip gave. "Ja," replied the skipper.
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