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"I have given Mr Lawrence the command of my ship, sister," said Captain Acton. They passed on, and then from the sable-hued cedars bordering the orchard four small figures stole and moved softly away. As Mrs. Wilson recovered her balance and squared away for a surer stroke, Croaker swooped in through the open door and, with many muffled croaks, alighted in the center of the table. In his black beak he held another glittering gold piece, which he dropped in front of Mrs. Wilson's plate. Then picking up a fat doughnut from the platter he hopped to the motto God Bless Our Home and perching himself on its gilt frame proceeded to appease his morning's hunger..
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