The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. The mother, Cathy Beck, was as patient and as charitable of an individual that Lucy had ever known, a big kindly Polish-American woman with the heart of an angel. “How unkind!” she exclaimed. Fatigued by his previous exertions, and incumbered by his fetters, he was by no means—though ordinarily remarkably swift of foot—a match for his foes, who were fast gaining upon him. I really am enjoying it. At least I rather hoped I might spend my time chasing smugglers, which would have afforded some excitement.
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