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"I may now tell you," said he, "that Captain Acton this morning, on my expressing my regret that you could not obtain employment, most handsomely and liberally made you the offer of the command of a ship, the Minorca." "Yes, but if he goes an' tells your Ma, what then?" LaRose had crawled to shore and sat dripping and sniffling on the bank..
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