Peter spoke lower still though there was no one in sight except an inconspicuous salesmanish-looking passenger doing his constitutional round the deck.
Like father, like son. Sixty-eight. Not such a bad innings, really, when the old man was gone at fifty-three.
When the dog got angry, his hackles rose and he growled.
Mr. Doe
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