" "Why, that must be about the time of the Great Storm," rejoined Jackson. I seed he was one,—and a sharp un, too,—at a glance. Before leaving the place he looked upwards, and could just discern the blue vault and pale stars of Heaven through an iron grating at the top. “I wonder!” said Miss Stanley. And this is not France, you understand.
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