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I said with professional gravity that given a few perfectly quiet nights (rare on that coast) it could certainly be done.
Mr.Mills was not afraid of the elements.

It was the highly inconvenient zeal of the French custom-house people that had to be dealt with in some way.
"Heavens!" I cried, astonished.

"You can't bribe the French Customs.
This isn't a South-American republic." "Is it a republic ?" he murmured, very absorbed in smoking his wooden pipe.
"Well, isn't it ?" He murmured again, "Oh, so little." At this I laughed, and a faintly humorous expression passed over Mills' face.