"Help!—help, Mr. “If any one should know——you should! He was your friend. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. “You are not content then with stealing from me my name. ” Ennison dropped the evening paper which he had been pretending to read. "How shall I get to you?" "My yacht is in the river. But it strikes me there's a nigger in the woodpile somewhere, as you Yankees say. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America.
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