Seventeen hours, sixteen hours. “I was lonely. "The Dutchman was right, after all. ‘Never would he have gone to England. ‘I suppose you think I can’t manage it myself,’ had complained Captain Roding sarcastically. Stanley and his sister into a taxicab, and had waved an amiable farewell from the pavement steps.
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