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fort and a solace to me--a daughter by adoption, if not by blood. Not long after this event, I met my former commander in the cutter. He as .
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ng if a bird rustled past. This performance he called a mortification of his frame; but when this sly churchman slipped up and put on his c .
me music-books. I asked him if he could use the quadrant. "I never took an observation in my life; but I can work a day's work as well as a .
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ummick" and the coffee seemed to stir his brain to greater activity. "Suppose," said the intoxicated brain, "another big storm should swoop .
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