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"Not my king's," returned Wood. "Gad! it's a devilish fine face when lit up. But I don’t wish to hear that abomination on her lips again. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Anna was unimpressed. " "You don't have to.

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