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"Not quite. There, now you are facin' it." Hinter held out his hand. "Well, good night, Miss Erie," he said. "I'll be up again soon, with some books for you." "Oh, say no more, sir, about that. I am pleased with the idea of a Naval officer being in charge of my ship.".
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