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On his way this side the bridge he met an old man with a stick who stopped in his lame walk to turn about any little heap his eye met. This old man was attended by a dog, who smelt at what the man touched. "We are in chase of a ship, my lord," cried Captain Acton, "which we hope to capture." "Oh, Acton," exclaimed the Admiral, "nothing that you can say could approach what I feel, could express what I suffer.".
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"He shall not lose him through me," said Captain Acton, speaking with the solemnity with which he might utter a sentence in a sacred building. "Sir William shall never be made to suffer at my hands. I will not lift a finger to prosecute Mr Lawrence, who, if he[Pg 388] ever returns to Old Harbour Town, will be safe from all but his creditors." Billy turned quickly. "No more of that," he said. "This is my funeral—and the teacher's. Everybody else keep out of it." At noon Mr Eagle, who had been in charge of the watch since eight o'clock, was relieved by Mr Pledge, and went below. On entering the cabin on his way to his berth, he started and stopped dead on beholding Miss Lucy Acton standing at the table and looking up through the skylight. She had gathered up her hair, but in such wise that had it not been for the jockey-shaped hat which she had[Pg 330] resumed she would have looked as wild as though her tresses hung about her shoulders and down her back as in her berth. "I understand that your honour's got command of this ship," answered Paul..
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