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Tom Holt, the proud possessor of a watch, consulted it. "Ten twelve an' a half," he answered, holding the dial to the moon-light. "Sandtown'll be sound asleep. Come on, let's go down to the lake an' make a haul." "Mr Greyquill!" cried Miss Acton. "Why, he may have come with news of Lucy. Bid him step in!" After a pause, during which he carefully scrutinised the vessel, "She has every appearance of being a frigate," the Admiral answered..
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Tom allowed a shade of amiability to creep into his tones as he said: "First time we ever shot these grounds, and we're kinder green on the ins and outs of 'em. We're drillin' fer water down in the Settlement. Lost our drill this mornin' and had to send across the lake fer a fishin' outfit, so thought we'd put in the time shootin' a bit." "He lives, Acton," said the Admiral in a low voice. "Some brandy and water might bring him to." "There's your jug on its side," Billy touched the jug with his foot. "You must've drunk it empty, Harry." "And it's you who's gain' to see that he gets cared for all winter, ain't it?".
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