But, you see, I’m smirched. Kneebone's cheeks glowed with rage, and he set down the wine untasted, while Blueskin resumed his song. CHAPTER VIII. Andrew's church, the bell of which was tolling, was covered with spectators. He read "The Beachcombers" to McClintock that night after coffee; and when he had done, the old trader nodded.
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