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This said, they all went over the side, the Admiral taking great care of Miss Acton as she crossed the planks. Mr Lawrence remained in the gangway. When on the wharf his father called to him. The driver cracked his whip and the load went on, swaying and creaking as it left the soft sand for the corduroy. CHAPTER XIII LUCY'S MADNESS.
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