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"Well, Jacobs—or whatever your name happens to be now—what are you doing here?" he asked. "Ho, the schooner ahoy!" shouted a man, standing close to the larboard main-shrouds. "Oh no, oh no!" interposed Miss Acton; "she would not be our Lucy if she did.".
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