“Gracious!” she exclaimed to herself. "No offence," returned Jonathan. Fortunately, her course had been shifted immediately after the rescue of the child; and, in consequence of this movement, she received the first shock of the hurricane, which blew from the southwest, upon her stern. You will agree with me when you have heard what I have to say. "My chickens are hatched, or, at least, nearly so," replied Shotbolt, with increased merriment. The ruffled chemise-front under the wide lapels of her waistcoat and jacket no longer quivered, and her pose, with the full cloth petticoat spreading about her, was relaxed. But don't let my name frighten you. ’ ‘Where are we going?’ ‘Back to Blaye, my girl.
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