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It was Annabel’s. Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh himself. Ann Veronica paused before she answered. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay.
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