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Robbed of their prey, the fury of the mob became ungovernable. His hat was placed upon one pole, his wig on another. "Most persons would have guessed my meaning. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him.
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