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I gotta say, at least this spam is trying.
> From: Vosmus Scaggs
> Date: September 17, 2010 10:30:41 AM PDT
> To: Sharrar Gorden
> Subject: tell me that I am Gertrude Narcoe, and t
>
> Ommit suicide, then?" I said, in an unmeaning, foolish sort of way.
> "No. Coward that
> I was, I ran away, and for years, years--nearly twenty now--I have > been
> followed by--but never mind, it is gone--all gone. Only let us go! You
> love my child, Jasper Pennington.
> Come, let us find her." "Yes, yes," I replied; "but why did you follow
> me here?" "Why?
> In my madness I
> felt sure that you had the secret of my life's joy, and because my > life
> has
> been such that I could not bear you to obtain that which is the price
> of lost souls. I--I have been--where I have heard the history of that
> thing which lies under water. It is not a treasure, Jasper Pennington,
> it is damnation. Perhaps I will
> tell you more some day, but not now. Let us leave the island." "But
> it is not safe to leave it by night." "Yes; I know the way. I have > been
> here many times--I mean among the islands, I will take you to the
> sailing-boat which brought me to St. Agnes. Come, I will tell you all
> that needs telling as we go back." "But Cap'n Jack's gang?" "Their > boat
> is at St. Mary's." "How do you know?" "Enough that I have found out
> their plans." After this Eli and I followed him to a little cove where
> a boat rocked, and ere long we were
> landed at St. Agnes. Here we found a good-sized sailing-boat, and > here,
> too, I dried my clothes in a fisherman's cottage, wondering all the
> while at the strange things which had befallen me. As
> soon as morning came we started for St. Ives, for thither Naomi's
> father determined to go, for Naomi's father I believed him
> to be. He said that we
> should thus escape Cap'n Jack's gang, and be almost as near Mullion
> as if we landed at Penzance. We did
> not, however, land at St. Ives. The men who owned the boat > consented to
> take us on to Hayle, which was five miles nearer Mullion
>
> than St. Ives. During our sail across I reproached myself greatly for
> placing Naomi in the care of Tamsin Truscott, for I believed
> that she had been led to be unfaithful, and had told Israel Barnicoat
> of her whereabouts. I talked much with Mr. Penryn about these things,
> over w
> From: Vosmus Scaggs
> Date: September 17, 2010 10:30:41 AM PDT
> To: Sharrar Gorden
> Subject: tell me that I am Gertrude Narcoe, and t
>
> Ommit suicide, then?" I said, in an unmeaning, foolish sort of way.
> "No. Coward that
> I was, I ran away, and for years, years--nearly twenty now--I have > been
> followed by--but never mind, it is gone--all gone. Only let us go! You
> love my child, Jasper Pennington.
> Come, let us find her." "Yes, yes," I replied; "but why did you follow
> me here?" "Why?
> In my madness I
> felt sure that you had the secret of my life's joy, and because my > life
> has
> been such that I could not bear you to obtain that which is the price
> of lost souls. I--I have been--where I have heard the history of that
> thing which lies under water. It is not a treasure, Jasper Pennington,
> it is damnation. Perhaps I will
> tell you more some day, but not now. Let us leave the island." "But
> it is not safe to leave it by night." "Yes; I know the way. I have > been
> here many times--I mean among the islands, I will take you to the
> sailing-boat which brought me to St. Agnes. Come, I will tell you all
> that needs telling as we go back." "But Cap'n Jack's gang?" "Their > boat
> is at St. Mary's." "How do you know?" "Enough that I have found out
> their plans." After this Eli and I followed him to a little cove where
> a boat rocked, and ere long we were
> landed at St. Agnes. Here we found a good-sized sailing-boat, and > here,
> too, I dried my clothes in a fisherman's cottage, wondering all the
> while at the strange things which had befallen me. As
> soon as morning came we started for St. Ives, for thither Naomi's
> father determined to go, for Naomi's father I believed him
> to be. He said that we
> should thus escape Cap'n Jack's gang, and be almost as near Mullion
> as if we landed at Penzance. We did
> not, however, land at St. Ives. The men who owned the boat > consented to
> take us on to Hayle, which was five miles nearer Mullion
>
> than St. Ives. During our sail across I reproached myself greatly for
> placing Naomi in the care of Tamsin Truscott, for I believed
> that she had been led to be unfaithful, and had told Israel Barnicoat
> of her whereabouts. I talked much with Mr. Penryn about these things,
> over w