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Crocodile Tears. ’ A scowl crossed the lady’s face. The command was sullenly obeyed, for the fellow did not appear to relish the rating. Fortunately, her course had been shifted immediately after the rescue of the child; and, in consequence of this movement, she received the first shock of the hurricane, which blew from the southwest, upon her stern. ’ He regarded her thoughtfully. ’ Leaning down, she raised the hem of the petticoat of her habit to reveal a neat little pair of boots on her feet. I'll tell you something. Death belongs to God, young man. I’m okay.
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