"A fine sweep of deck," said the Admiral. "Lord, how the old spirit comes into one with the feel of a ship's plank under foot!",
"Me—Thomas Hanlin," was the answer, and a sailor made two or three steps and stood close to Old Jim.,
"What is that you say?" cried Aunt Caroline, starting in her chair and peering over her gold-rimmed glasses at Mr Lawrence..
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