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She looked her wonder. "But, Billy, you'd think they would want to enjoy building their own homes, wouldn't you?" "You may be right," said Pledge, "but I should oncommonly like to larn what old Jim is a-going to say to this 'ere traverse." Meaning by old Jim the oldest hand forward, and one who had served Captain Acton ever since that retired Naval officer had commenced ship-owning. "'All right,' says I, and he put a silver dollar in me fist and wint away wid his companion..
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