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CHAPTER XVII.—A SAMPLE OF EBENEZER WOPP’S IRE. Mrs. Bennett came in and tried to learn the trouble; but it was some time before May Nell could be induced to tell. “Never min’, Pete, an’ thank you anyways, but sence the lesson’s a hull lot about the sea, I’ll jist write with blue chork.”.
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