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"Hey? Oh, all right, all right. Stanhope's a fine youngster, but poor, poor." "You are very kind, sir, to take an interest in my affairs," answered Mr Lawrence with slight sarcasm. "But will Mr Lawrence make for Rio," said Captain Weaver, "when he understands by the Aurora chasing that you have found out his port of destination?".
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