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Some men were now arrived. They picked up the litter with careful hands, and in a sort of procession Mr Lawrence was conveyed into the deck-house, Lucy walking beside him, whilst behind stepped the Admiral, Mr Fellowes, and the Phœbe's surgeon. Once only did Lucy speak in that solemn march from the quarterdeck into the little interior. She looked back and asked: "Where is my father?",

Mrs. Keeler, who was doing her best to catch what her neighbor was saying, lifted her head as the two wet and tired boys entered the room.,

"That will be giving the Minorca long odds, won't it?" said Captain Acton.,

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She gazed into his radiant face with serious eyes. "But Frank," she whispered, "it may be cold and dismal next week, I—I always thought that I should like our wedding to be—-",

"It is not only drink," said Miss Acton. "They tell me he is accustomed to bet very heavily.",

"I'm a little 'ard of 'earing," was the answer, and the picturesque old man put his hand to his ear shellwise.,

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