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Mr Eagle, whose views were undoubtedly in accord with Mr Pledge's, viewed his companion in acid silence. "Near the heart. He shot himself!" said the Admiral. "We shall be thankful to receive any news of Miss Lucy Acton," said Captain Acton, with that collectedness of manner which implies the glazing by a vigorous will of passions growing turbulent..
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