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After a brief pause: "Coming for us, sir. We are rising her." "What were the characters which could convince so shrewd and intelligent a man as Mr Lawrence that you were mad?" enquired Captain Acton, the habitual gravity of whose face was replaced by a constant expression of astonishment. "The lady that lives at Old Harbour House along with Capt'n Acton?" answered Paul..
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