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"Of course," said Captain Acton, "he is well up in navigation?" "Oh Willium," she cried, "my heart is breakin'. Oh to think how I misjedged him!" Maurice sat down weakly on a block and wiped his face on his sleeve..
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"Now, then," said Billy as he came up, "maybe you'll begin to see that it don't pay to blab so danged much." "French landed?" enquired Captain Acton, as they strolled away from the flower-bed and paced the grass, in which the daisies were springing, in a quarterdeck walk, the Admiral taking about one and a half rolling steps to Captain Acton's one. One bright morning in April in that memorable year 1805, Captain Charles Acton, R.N. (retired), stood on his lawn in front of the house watching a gardener who was at work at a flower-bed. He was a slightly-built but tall, very gentleman-like man, one of the last in a crowd to be picked out as a seafarer. He was pale, his nose aquiline, lips thin, and the expression of the mouth firm. He was dressed in a frill shirt, loose cravat of white cambric, red-striped waistcoat, long green coat with a high collar and small cuffs, tight breeches to the ankle buttoned to the middle of the thigh, and top-boots; a rather low-crowned, broad-brimmed hat sat somewhat cocked on his head. His hair was long, without powder, and tied a little way down the back in a sort of tail. Anson's mouth fell open in terror. "You don't mean—" he commenced, then gulped, unable to proceed..
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