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Erie was standing against the gate, her arms stretched along its top, hands clenching its rough pickets. The laugh with which the malicious old fellow accompanied this sally caused the sailor to gaze eagerly round the ground as though for a stone to heave at him. "He shall wait upon you at the stroke, sir.".
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