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” Capes watched the limpid water dripping from his oar. “And by what right do you do anything of the sort?” “No right at all,” he admitted. At length, at the end of a passage, next to the cell where Mrs. “Why not? It might amuse me. "Your master wants a few table-spoons, child," said Mrs.
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