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CHAPTER IX MR GREYQUILL'S VISIT Out behind the wood-shed Maurice Keeler, by the dim light of a smoky lantern, was splitting kindling for the morning's fire when something clammy and twisting dropped across the back of his neck. The regular enquiry was made from the frigate's quarterdeck by an officer, and the regular information was supplied by Captain Weaver..
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