The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. Still, his conscience was partly satisfied. "Who isn't it like?" he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her fingers. Darting down Field-lane, Jack struck into a labyrinth of streets on the left; but though he ran as swiftly as he could, he was not unperceived. “Sure.
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