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One or two questions of no moment had been asked and answered when the Admiral exclaimed: "I beg, dearest madam, and you, Captain Acton, will forgive me for perhaps unseasonably thrusting in, by asking if you can tell me that atrocious, and to me heartbreaking as has been the conduct of my son, he acted nevertheless during his relations with you on board the Minorca as a gentleman?" "Surely," she said, "they are not as ferocious as they are said to be?" "All right, I'll do it," said Billy. "Jest turn the lamp down a little, Harry.".
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