The warm September sun fell strongly on this part of the grounds, uninterrupted by trees, its light bouncing off the glass in the mansion’s walls. "Now, give me the woollen cloth to tie round my fetters," whispered Sheppard. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost; and I should like to be as good as my word. But nobody drinks on my island unless I offer it, which is seldom.
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