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The demon of bitterness had entered into little Fyne He aed his skin from white to black It was quite as

wonderful And he kept it up, too

"Luckily there are so as they defy the world away at sea sohteen thousand miles

fro old

party will say He will have another surprise They ht away Rescue work Just

think of Roderick Anthony, the son of a gentleht he was going to say the "son of the

poet" as usual; but hison such vanities now His

unspoken thought irls" I suspect

that he had been roughly handled by Captain Anthony up there, and the

resentave a tremendous fillip to the slow play of his wits Those

inative faculty, are

very thorough "Just think!" he cried "The three of the deferentially opposite that

astonished old jail-bird!"

The good little hed An improper sound it was to come froht that for the least

thing, by a ht have taken this affair

sentimentally But clearly Anthony was no diplomatist His brother-in-

law e of shore people, a