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CHAPTER XIII ERIE OF THE LIGHT-HOUSE He looked into one or two of the cabins or sleeping berths, and examined a stand of arms affixed to a bulkhead just before the companion ladder. "Yep," Billy admitted, slowly, "that's it. He's all right in lots of ways, but in other ways——".
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