Mr. Fred Carter stood on the spacious common, inhaling with all the joy of the holiday-making Londoner the salt smell of the sea below, and regarding with some interest the movements of a couple of men who had come to a stop a short distance away. As he looked they came on again, eying him closely as they approached--a strongly built, shambling man of fifty, and a younger man, evidently his son. [Illustration: "Stood on the spacious common, inhaling the salt smell of the sea below."]…
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