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"In a camlet jacket. There was something of the sailor's rig in his costume." "Begobs, so I've heard before." Harry scratched his head reflectively. "Ha!" said Captain Acton. "He was at St Vincent.".
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She made no sign. He repeated her name as though startled by her immobility in which an element of tragedy might have been found in the singular, unwinking fixity of her stare upon her hands. He stepped to her side, and peered closely into her face and listened to hear if she breathed. Oh yes: she breathed, she was alive. But though he put his face so close to her's that she might have felt his breath upon her cheek, her form did not move by so much as might indicate the passage of a thrill, her eyes remained as steadfast in their gaze as though they were painted. "What excuse did Mr Lawrence make to the men for sending you into another ship?" "Little enough before me, sir," exclaimed Sir William. "Sailors dream of a cottage ashore, but when they come to it—I like my little perch: 'tis not Old Harbour House," says he, casting his eye over the building, "but I could wish the sea were within range of its windows. I was down in the Harbour yesterday admiring the lines of your Minorca. She lay upright on the mud, awash to her garboard strake about, and I liked her lines in the run, and believed I could see a hint to our shipwrights in the cleanness and beauty of her entry." The boys glanced at each other. "You tell him," whispered Billy, but Maurice shook his head. "No, you," he whispered back..
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