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Sebastian sat smirking in amusement. “Have you not missed me?” He inquired. After all, old P. Michelle listed the items in her pack. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. "Don't touch me.
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