"Tom," continued Kneebone, calling to the shop-boy, "don't go home. Capes most trying. There was still the pity of understanding in Ruth's eyes. Wild is a friend of yours, I'm sorry for what I said. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. She wouldn't be able to pass by anywhere without folks turning their heads.
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