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org. The calvacade was now put slowly in motion. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. She had been built for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and threatened to ruin her temper. You'll have it down. ‘You’re the most troublesome wretch I’ve ever encountered,’ he told her bitterly.
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