Lucy sat beside him. You steered and I rowed stroke. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. ‘I may have been only a secretary, but times are changing. You called yourself a murderess. Henry Clay, thirteen cents in Hong-Kong and two-bits in that dear old New York.
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