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” He glared at Martin. Everything goes—the copra for oil, the fibre of the husk for rope, and the shell for carbon. He was perhaps forty-five years of age. . ’ A twinkle crept into Mrs Sindlesham’s eye. If I don't, you shall clap me in the Condemned Hold in his stead.
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