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" "Yon ask impossibilities," replied Jonathan, sullenly. But next moment, Captain Roding put up her back. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. . I'll call it my wedding gift.
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