And instead of accepting the situation gratefully, he felt vaguely hurt! One evening in September a proa rasped in upon the beach. I next proceeded to Jenny Bunch's, the Ship, in Trig Lane—there I got the same answer. The Ragged Edge. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. “Ye Gods!” she said at last. Then Capes’ footsteps approached.
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