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He slapped his knee. Three times she escaped. Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. “And let us have a talk about this—some other time.
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