“I don’t know,” said Ann Veronica; “I think I am. The light!—the light!" Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. I am sorry that I do not know any one in London. This light did not remain stationary, but could be seen at one moment glimmering through the rents in the roof, and at another shining through the cracks in the wall, or the broken panes of the casement.
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