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"Miss Acton and I agreed to elope. We found our opportunity in this vessel. This could only be done by contriving what the French call a ruse. It was to be assumed that her father had fallen ill in this ship whilst inspecting her early this morning, and the stratagem was to be carried out by his dictating a letter to me begging his daughter to come at once to the vessel. This she did, and she is now below. Do you understand me, Mr Eagle?" These and a few further words brought them to the gateway of Old Harbour House. They entered and found Miss Acton in the dining-room. The man swore and said something to his companion. "Hey, hold up! Want to sell part of them ducks?" he asked..
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