‘Imbecile. We shall both, I hope, live to enjoy our shares—long after Thames Darrell is forgotten—ha! ha! A third of your estate I accept. I take more than their blood, John. A thin mist lay on the river, giving the few craft moving about in it a ghostly look. No doubt there’s some little mistake. Ice had begun to form in the shallows. A town called Foster.
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