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"Pshaw! Bill, he couldn't hurt Spotba, the womper, could he?" Captain Acton smiled, and looked fondly[Pg 106] at his daughter, and said pleasantly: "And pray, my dear, what are Mr Lawrence's temptations to a voyage to the West Indies?" Tim nudged him. "What you think of her?" he asked proudly..
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