"The shoulder-clappers!" added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments for her own petticoats. She pulled her hand away quickly. "Shall I fetch the light, Captain?" whispered Blueskin. It was one of those old sliding trap affairs, narrow and steep of descent.
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