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Anticipating this, Wild avoided the shot by suddenly, ducking his head. Of course, why not? She would be honest, anyhow! She turned her eyes to Manning. Trodger might not need his hair dressed, but the flagon of ale that each soldier quaffed would be welcome—once his captain had departed, thought Roding cynically. "Why did I not keep the money when I had it?" returned Blueskin, angrily. Jack, who had something of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust Thames into the recess beside him. Then the storm broke.
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