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“You needn’t fight any more,” Vilette said, loftily; “we shall marry her ourselves.” Fer our reapin’ bye ’n’ bye.” “Never min’, Pete, an’ thank you anyways, but sence the lesson’s a hull lot about the sea, I’ll jist write with blue chork.”.
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