The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. “Don’t be an ass, Ferringhall,” he said tersely. I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. Jackson had one of the ugliest countenances imaginable, he had a very fine set of teeth. Alarmed by the noise of the scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. Before midnight, your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang.
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