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"Shall I fetch the light, Captain?" whispered Blueskin. The darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. ’” “What did he say?” “What does any one say to an invitation to dinner point-blank? One tries to collect one’s wits. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop.
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