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"I'll go to her directly," said Wood, bustling towards the door. And if you mean that he may have reconciled himself with his own father, you waste your breath. Women! He is always chanting the praise of some discovery; sometimes it will be a native, often a white woman out of the stews. But now it’s beads by the cask—like the hold of a West African trader. His father was one of my old customers, and I am happy to find his son treading in his steps. Wild," observed the knight, contemptuously.
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