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Captain Acton resumed his walk, and the Admiral rolled by his side beating the ground. "How did you know they was whistlers?" cried Billy. He was a figure striking in its way as he made these bows, with his long, snow-white hair, his heavy white eyebrows, his long curling nose, the purely congenital satiric leer that characterised the formation of his thin lips; and his faded dress, which was a very good representation of his mind, aided the impression produced by his face..
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