The Lord of the Sea

to the Waveney, across the bridge, an

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said: "Richa

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blood, moaned

said: "I had to say it to you, and this nigh

ime, during long years, he remembered a dream in which he

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nner nap in a barn on a hot harvest-day. But a bit of land-the man who has that can make all the rest work to keep him. And if they turn me out, I couldn't live, lad: the old house has got into my bones, somehow. Anyhow, I think the time is come to tell you in my own way how the thing was. No son are you of mine, Richard. Your mother, Rachel, who was a Londoner, served me an ill turn while we were sweethearting, hankering after another man-a Jew millionaire he was, she being a governess in his house; but, Richard, I couldn't give her up: I

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