‘Neither do I,’ he responded, frowning, ‘but for Gerald’s sake, I’ll do anything I can. The spikes almost touched the upper part of the hatch: scarcely space enough for the passage of a hand being left between their points and the beam. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth's tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. Gosse twisted his body to avoid another thrust, and the heavy candlesticks fell, rolling with a noise like thunder, and falling with a thud to the floor. From his wallet he brought forth a yellow letter.
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