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"That, sir, I couldn't say," answered Captain Weaver. "But we might take it as his having heard it after eight o'clock." "She shall look as smart as she can be made[Pg 95] to look, sir," answered Mr Lawrence. "Permit me to conduct you on board, madam." "Why, what is it?".
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