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"Or a fist in the daylight," grinned Maurice. "Well, never mind, Anse," he said consolingly, "you've got one good eye left, but somethin' tells me you won't have it long." "Down opposite the punt. I'm goin' t' strip an' swim across after her." "Why, sartinly, your honour," answered the man, looking at the Admiral..
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