Bir gece, deniz kıyısındaki eski bir mağarada antik bir harita buldu. "Hark 'ee, Ben," said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe upon the hob; "you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the Thames to-night. We’re hedged about with discretions— and all this furniture—and successes! We are successful at last! Successful! But the mountains, dear! We won’t forget the mountains, dear, ever. It is you who took my name, not I yours. She was furiously angry. He tore it down just as the Wastrel rose, wavering slightly.
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