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"I tell 'ee what, master, if you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your fare. The booming voice and the energetic movements spoke plainly of hurry. Two or three podgy-looking old men with wives to match, half-a-dozen overdressed girls, and a couple of underdressed American ones, who still wore the clothes in which they had been tramping half over London since breakfast time. As they kissed goodbye, she hoped that he felt the same reluctance to part. John’s best friend’s parents were to be out of town again, he reported. \"I don't eat lunch. ‘Not yet, madame.
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