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She picked up the saucer and stood looking down at the gold piece which Croaker had brought in. "I don't s'pose there's a particle of use keepin' an eye on that crow?" she asked. Here again the fellow paused, apparently striving to find words to produce his picture. "Yes, sir," answered Captain Weaver, "I took notice of him on the fok'sle.".
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