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"As you know, I have had the honour," said Captain Acton with slight sarcasm, "to serve under my Lord St Vincent when he was Sir John Jervis, I may claim to know him." "He's a mighty fine feller," cried Maurice enthusiastically. "'Then,' sez he, 'wull yu do me the favor av deliverin' a missage to him an' kin ye go now?' says he..
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