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He coloured brightly at this, and his frown was as though a shadow had come between him and the light that revealed his face. The Admiral was restless; he paced the deck with unwearied legs, and when the sail ahead had hove her canvas into view, he sent endless searchings of her through his telescope, but never could arrive at an opinion. Captain Acton was self-possessed, and his manner was marked by contemplation as though the possibilities the ship in sight suggested filled him with earnest and bewildering considerations. Billy grinned. "An' I got a piece of news fer you fellers, too," he returned. "But go on, your news first, Jim.".
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