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It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. F. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not I. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. '" "Let me see," cried Jack, snatching the paper, and eagerly perusing the advertisement. The agony on the sands now ceased to puzzle her.
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