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The eggs were all right, but nobody in this part of the world had the least
conception of what the coffee bean was for. You represent to me an enigma,
the solution of which has become the one desire of my life. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he
advanced. You care for me a little, I know. The ripple of the water against the boat, as its keel cleaves
through the stream—the darkling current hurrying by—the indistinctly-seen
craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering around, and making their way in ghostlike silence, or warning each other of their approach by cries, that, heard from
afar, have something doleful in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the
bridges—the deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from
the banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on some
stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses, as discerned
through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and sounds of the same character,
give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one who may choose to indulge in
meditation at such a time and in such a place. Then he slapped his hand on his desk and looked up with the air
of a man struck by a brilliant idea. "Thames was always your favourite," observed Jack, as he fastened another
piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper.
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