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Your pets are gone. . Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. “And as for praying for faith—this sort of monologue is about as near as any one of my sort ever gets to prayer. So I come round the other way and—Lordy, miss, I’m that sorry I made a mull of it.
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