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“And we must hope,” continued the Admiral, “that this boy will fulfil all the expectations that are centered in him”— Carlstrom was a Swede, with a big black moustache whose ends stuck straight out in the air. He looked exactly like a stylish colonel to say the least—a very cross colonel though! No, there was no use going to the stable. “Oh, because—because you only got eight apples, and Mother said”—.
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