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His cigar burnt out between his fingers, and he threw it impatiently away. ’ Gerald sat back in his chair, thinking hard. “And besides,” said Ann Veronica, sweeping that aspect aside, “what could I do? A boy sails out into a trade or profession. Why not? Quite willing. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. "Noblemen. I am betrothed to Captain Roding, which is why you can’t have him, you see. " "Know anything about ships?" "This kind. “Muck-headed moral ass! I ought to have done anything. "I never wear false whiskers," went on O'Higgins. He resented being regarded as irregular.
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