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And he had gone away without knowing the truth! "My proa boys are ready; the wind is brisk; and in an hour we shall be beyond all pursuit. It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. Read that letter, Thames—my lord marquis, I mean. "Enough," said Jack, recovering his composure. “But I am at singing-pitch.

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