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He saw no letter—nothing like it. He went on board the Minorca, and seeing the[Pg 155] mate at the main-hatch, asked in an off-hand way if a copy of a letter had been found in the cabin, or any other part of the ship that morning. "But you don't say you were paid to do so," answered Greyquill. "Gollies!" exclaimed Maurice. "It's your rabbit foot charm. Where d'you find it, Bill?".
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