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It was on the 4th of June 1805 that a large, handsome three-masted schooner was softly, with a keen cut-water, rending a way for herself over a smooth breast of sea. The sound under the bows was that of a knife shearing through satin, and the note fell softly with a silken noise upon the ear, without tinkle of bell-bubble, or serpent-like hiss of expiring foam. Upon the stern of this schooner was painted in long white letters the word Aurora. CHAPTER III THE OFFER "Phew! teacher, some pull, that! Must'a been half an hour beatin' up from Levee.".
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Mr Lawrence pocketed the packet with a bow. Occasionally his eye went to Lucy, but he never suffered it to dwell, nor indeed did he seem to mark his sense of her presence by any particular behaviour. He was perfectly sober, his eyes clear and beaming, his cheeks painted with a little colour, and his apparel showed care. His father glanced at him and seemed well pleased, and Lucy owned to herself that she had never seen him look more handsome, and that somehow or other no stage seemed to fit his peculiar type of beauty more happily, with a subtler blending of all qualities of its furniture with the spirituality of the man, than the deck of a ship with the rigging soaring. "He is?" Billy respected the new boy for the nonchalance of his tones. Riches hadn't made him stuck up, at any rate. "The butcher does not charge at your rate, Mr Greyquill," said Mr Lawrence with a faint smile. "My son, Captain Weaver, my son!" broke in the Admiral tremulously..
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