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Maurice waited hopefully until his mother and Mrs. Wilson came out again. Then he turned eagerly towards them. "It means, o' course, that we'll get no more fish," spoke up the practical Scraff. Or again it will be a smuggling lugger chased by a Revenue cutter with a flash of the sea-snow at her stem and the blaze of a long gun on the forecastle..
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