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” “Yes, it is. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars. 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. The life with which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously.
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