That night, when the storm was at its height— when the ship was, not running, but lying hove-to helplessly, under bare poles, rocking like a cradle in the winds and waves—when seas were ...
Article : 2,310 words"Miss Mary, I hope you are going to forgive me?" "For what, Mr. Macleod?" "For what I said, for what I did last night." ...
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Australian Town and Country Journal (Sydney, NSW : 1870 - 1919), Sat 28 Jan 1882, Page 27
It's easy and takes two shakes of a lamb's tail!
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