Adrift in the Atlantic with a corrupt Tory M.P.
Surrounded by sharks.
Low on booze...
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May
Eight happy years passed.
I cannot precisely recall when Grimstone and O’Neil took over the town. Their coming was insidious, like the cholera a few years past, a slow pestilence that eventually became a plague. It was an open secret that they had had a good war, and I later discovered that their oft repeated philosophy that good business was where you found it was manifest in their company variously supplying the British Army, the Prussians, the Spanish,...
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