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Mr Lawrence made no answer, and Mr Pledge seeing that he was to go, went on deck by the only exit, namely, the companion ladder. Immediately after he had passed through the hatch the steward Paul descended. "That's old Harry and his tin whistle," muttered Caleb, "Glory be! but can't he jest make that thing sing?" "But where is Lucy?" cried Miss Acton..
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