"Look at these fetters," returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists; "they were put on by my uncle's command. When he had finished he took up the wine list and ordered a bottle of dry champagne. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more. I won't keep you long.
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