Sir Theodore Broughton - Or, Laurel Water #261269

I have no one to account to but myself. It is getting devilish near, however; \and some progress must be made. I will give them three months, and then see what is to be done. He paused, and rising, walked to the window which looked out upon the port, murmuring,. I wonder when this cursed boat will sail. It is blowing very hard. Why, who the deuce is that passing? He continued, as a figure hurried rapidly across the window. Gamble, upon my life! The lad must be dead. He would not leave him, I am sure; and throwing up the sash, he called out Gamble Doctor Gamble!