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He bowed, and his eyes followed her from the room. "What a wonderful creature she is," he thought. "But I told you you'd like find it some lonesome, Mary, you remember?" "Oh, you must not think of such things, madam. How fearful to be locked up in your bedroom, though it should be half as big as this ship, when the house is on fire! Would not you enjoy a short voyage? The trip to the West Indies is short. It is a tropical journey, and all the romance of the sea is in it.".
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