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’ He frowned again. " "Gem'men o' the votch!" cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would permit him, "my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o' Slaughterford ——" Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry guardians of the night. ’ He grimaced. ” She repeated, as if she answered an objector: “A sort of blacklegging. Take it, I tell you. B. For the first time it occurred to Ah Cum that the young man might not be quite conscious of his surroundings, that he might be moving in that comatose state which is the aftermath of a long debauch. I’ve never wanted to get away so much. I didn't think. And this was an adventure of which he had dreamed from boyhood: aboard a windjammer on the South Seas. Worse than any man. ” She laid her fingers upon his arm, and they both stood still. “A nice time of anxiety you’ve given me, young lady,” he said, as he entered the room. “I won’t have you quarrelling and crying in the Avenue,” he said. "I have," replied Jonathan.
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