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"Ho, the schooner ahoy!" shouted a man, standing close to the larboard main-shrouds. "I guess so," Billy replied indifferently. "Acton, let me introduce an old shipmate—Lieutenant Fellowes. Captain Acton—Miss Lucy Acton.".
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