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"Some Frenchman had the scent of ye, Captain, hey, and gave you heels?" exclaimed Sir William. "There's sometimes the virtue of half a gale of wind in a round shot, eh, Captain?" "Can I be of service to you, Sir William?" said the girl, picking up her dog to silence it. "Poor ol' beggar," he said gently..
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