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We’ll find a way to survive. " "We'll see that, young hempseed," replied Sharples, shutting the hatch furiously in his face, and locking it. You won’t want to be late the first evening, and it’s ten minutes past seven now. A man's laced hat,—whether adopted from the caprice of the moment, or habitually worn, we are unable to state,—cocked knowingly on her head, harmonized with her masculine appearance.
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