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The salt air was fresher than the stale air in the manor. He was inclined to be a good-natured person, and he had no nervous fears of receiving a snub. ‘Not care? For this he must be an Englishman tout à fait sympathique, and— and I know only. He was not addicted to monologue, and the only audible comment he permitted himself at first upon a universe that was evidently anything but satisfactory to him that afternoon, was one compact and entirely unassigned “Damn!” The word must have had some gratifying quality, because he repeated it. Had it not been lashed to the adjoining wherry, it must have been upset, and have precipitated the opponents into the water.
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