” He fell back in his chair with an expression of tremendous desolation. "Lor' ha' mussy, Sir!—how you do talk," said the woman; "this is no robber, I'm sure. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. It was wonderful to think this thing had lived, had felt and suffered.
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