Don't be afraid—I won't hurt you. A piece of old blanket was fastened across her shoulders, and she had no other clothing except a petticoat. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray. Sir Montacute had three children—two daughters and yourself. One side of the face was white with foamy lather and the other ruddy-cheeked and blue-jawed. If Jack should die, all though her fault, she could never forgive herself.
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