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‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. She was perhaps three-and-twenty, and very pink and healthy-looking, showing a great deal of white and rounded neck above her business-like but altogether feminine blouse, and a good deal of plump, gesticulating forearm out of her short sleeve.
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