But remember my warning, and play the game!" Spurlock closed his eyes again. Servants were passing backwards and forwards with tea and chocolate. I wonder,” he added, after a moment’s pause, “whether you ever realize how young you are. “These are the sort of things that aren’t supposed to happen. The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. Rich folks, once. But while there's life there's hope.
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