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I shall bless every saint in heaven when we have quite done with this dreadful business of Eleanor's, Mrs. Stanleigh confided to me from her deck-chair.
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This trip that she insists on making herself seems quite uncalled for. But you needn't think, Captain Barnaby, that I'm going to set foot on that dreadful island--not even for the satisfaction of seeing Mr. Farquharson's grave--and I'm shameless enough to say that it _would_ be a satisfaction. If you could imagine the tenth part of what I have had to put up with, all these months we've been traveling about trying to locate the wretch! No, indeed--I shall stay right here on this boat and intrust Eleanor to your care while ashore. And I should not think it ought to take long, now should it?