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"I have bled for my country, your honour," said the man. "Well!" was all Wilson could say, and he repeated it to himself several times, dazedly. "And we can land him privately," continued the Admiral, "at an English port, where habited in the clothes of a common sailor he will seek a berth before the mast, and sail away—to be heard of no more.".
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