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Macdonald continued silently and enigmatically to climb the steps; now he was in
for it he showed plenty of pluck. No doubt he recognized that, if the admiral made
a fool of himself, he would be afraid to issue warrants in soberness. I could not ...
We retraced our steps, but now following the edge of that precipice out of which
we had emerged. I had peremptorily insisted on carrying her. She put her arms
round my neck and, to my uplifted heart, she weighed no heavier than a feather.
loyal . . . ah . . . inhabitant of the island, on the steps of a public inn.” I had it then.
It was the little man David Macdonald had rolled down the steps with, that night at
the Ferry Inn on the Spanish Town road. “He was lying in wait for us with a gang ...
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