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On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha. ‘Now then, my lad, you’re under arrest you are. She shut her lips hard, her jaw hardened, and she set herself to struggle with him. "I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare.
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