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144 I think he heard about the backpack and the spitballs finally. "He was thrown overboard, and perished at sea. Well, it's scarcely credible. It was neither good nor bad. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. They are tending to congregate, our poor French friends. Ruth felt his hand grow cold as it slipped from hers. But, in spite of her attractions, we shall address ourselves to the younger, and more interesting couple. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “these gentlemen are your friends, and therefore they are my friends. ” Anna shook hands with Brendon—a young man also, but older and more selfpossessed than Sydney Courtlaw.
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