Anyhow, he used to stand drinks to that object, and now and then gave him half a crown--because the widow lady kept Mr.Stafford short of pocket-money.
They had rows almost every day down in the basement.

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"It was the fellow being a sailor that put into Cloete's mind the first notion of doing away with the _Sagamore_.

He studies him a bit, thinks there's enough devil in him yet to be tempted, and one evening he says to him.

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