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"We are in chase of a ship, my lord," cried Captain Acton, "which we hope to capture.",

"Why, sir," answered the Admiral, "I don't see that we should be late if we did not go at all.",

Billy made no reply.,

"Down opposite the punt. I'm goin' t' strip an' swim across after her."

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"I hope your cold is better, Mr Greyquill," said she, making to proceed in her walk.,

Billy spit out the fox-tail. "Where's this feller Scroggie now?" he asked, in a business-like tone.,

"The villain!" muttered the Admiral.,

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