With an immense feeling of relief, I followed him. Thank Heaven! he had arrived on the scene. Naturally, I was not going to pretend to know him, but I couldn’t resist throwing him a casual glance as I passed. By the mere fact that I was there he would know that I had carried out his orders, so that it was unnecessary for me to do more. And I had the satisfaction of getting a quick look of approval. “Changed your mind, mate, after all,” called out the sailor. “However, better late than never, and good beer tastes no…
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