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"Mr Greyquill!" echoed the Admiral, looking with a changed face at the footman. "What steps?" asked his sister. "What steps have not been taken that remain to be taken?" She may have found an intelligence in his gaze which it did not possess. Her cheeks were a little warmer. She cast her eyes down. The expression of the whole face was peculiarly pensive..
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Anson's mouth fell open in terror. "You don't mean—" he commenced, then gulped, unable to proceed. The monotonous and commonplace demands of everyday life on board ship as well as on shore will enter into the most exalted and uncommon forms of romance at sea. Whether Lucy Acton was mad, or whether she was merely acting a part, it was as certain she must be fed as though she was a vulgar, homely, steerage passenger with nothing more poetic and soul-lifting in her life than the faded portrait of the milkman who wooed and then jilted her. "I assure you, sir," said Mr Lawrence, with a smile which added a freshness to his beauty by that light, "that I have no idea of taking command of your ship with a view to a French prison." "What you mean, believe you?".
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