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"Kowakk," he gurgled, which meant "I thought I knew you, Miss, but I guess I don't." "Alone," said Maurice, significantly. "Yes, I remember. The master died in the homeward passage, and the ship was[Pg 17] brought to port by the mate, to whom I suppose you intend to give the command.".
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