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"'No ghost kin harm where lies this charm,'" he recited solemnly. "Now if you fellers feel like beatin' it, why beat it; but so long as I'm grabbin' onto this left hind foot of a graveyard rabbit I don't run away from no ghost—not even old man Scroggie's." Captain Weaver faintly smiled, slightly glancing at Admiral Lawrence. "I can see a good bit, your honour.".
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