'" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. I did all for the best, I'm sure. " "Never count your chickens till they're hatched," observed Mrs. ’ Her face fell. " "Cannot?" echoed Jack, a slight smile crossing his features. A door in this house opened upon the yard.
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