Lanier smiled and paid the fare; Henry drove around to the stables in the rear, calling back: “Maw is cookin’ you a lunch, Mar’m. Go right in.” As they turned toward the door, Maddaleen pointed at the ramshackle red house which stood two hundred yards or so to the east. “That is Bonnet House,” she said, “—where the pirate, Stede Bonnet, lived for a while,—nobody knows why. A very undesirable citizen, named Albert Mewling, keeps a rather vile tavern there; and the company suits the tavern.” “Possibly,” said Lanier, …
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