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"I can escape to France. . . “This life is killing me! Oh, it
is dull, dull, dull!”
Suddenly an idea seemed to strike her. I had no idea. Arrived at her side, it
was soon evident, from the throng of seamen in Dutch dresses that displayed
themselves, that her crew were on the alert, and a rope having been thrown down
to the skipper, he speedily hoisted himself on deck. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper
folded round his throat. Briefly explained, she was as the child who
discards the rag baby for the living one. "I knew it. But the five per cent.
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