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"Then I do not understand you," said Captain Acton. The Admiral started from his chair to his feet. His face was full of blood, his hands were uplifted, and his fingers tightly locked. He cried, in a voice that was like mimic thunder in its power, and breaks, and falls: "Cause he's up to some game, an' I know it.".
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