The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. Immediately the "boy" went forth with his paper lantern, repeating a cry as he ran—warning to clear the way. We were alike. "Here, take this and get the letter and open and read it. Good-looking girl. .
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