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He continued alternately to be tossed in the air, or rolled in the kennel until he was borne out of sight. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. Ah Cum was not a sailor, but he knew his water-front. I am sure it will be good, John, and I could eat anything. Kneebone, I came hither as your guest. . His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear.
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