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"What has happened?" asked Sister Prudence. Wood rushed instantly to meet them. "Jack!" she cried, raising her head. It’s a mismatch. The old woman told him she had no such article to dispose of, but recommended him to a neighbouring blacksmith. On the present occasion, he appeared to have bestowed more than ordinary attention on his toilette. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. James Boyle O'Higgins knew little or nothing of the South Seas, but he knew human beings, all colours. Nor was Jack by any means the only stripling in the room. He was safe, out of the beaten track, at last really comparable to the needle in the haystack.
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