“Gasper Farrington,” murmured Ralph, as he recognized the occupant of the hut.
He decided that it was worth while to try and find Gasper Farrington.
Gasper Farrington lay on a wretched cot in a little bedroom.
The Gasper to occupy the chair, faced by Massachusetts Jemmy.
Has Inis told you I wanted to converse with you in private, Gasper?
I have now, then, nothing to ...