"Near six year."
"Six years. Gracious goodness! And you didn't like it?"
"No."
For some reason, the look in his eyes caused her to shiver a little.
"Why did you stick it, then?"
"Dunno."
A pause followed. Then he lifted his tankard again, said, "'Ere's lookin', lady," and drank it right off.
"Well, you are a rum one, you are, and no mistake," murmured Miss Burton, not to the Sailor, but to the beer engine at her side.
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