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He had been nursed by Lucy from the time of his being slung over the side. The wounds were dressed by her hands. Day after day, hour after hour, she sat beside him in his cabin. She carried his tray of food into his little sea-bedroom, and fed him, or helped him to feed himself. And though at night he was watched by his father, the instructions given were that if the patient expressed a wish for her presence, Lucy was to be summoned, no matter the hour of the night in which the call was made. "The best of fathers have known your lot, sir," answered Captain Weaver. "There is no need to go to the Old Testament to learn that." "But supposin' the will can't be found?" Billy looked the other boy in the face and waited for the answer..
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