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"Not that I know of," replied the carpenter, who had in some degree recovered his confidence. She pushed. ” Ennison was dismayed. The first circumstance that struck her on her arrival seemed ominous. By this time, Jonathan and the vast mob attending him, had come up, and the place was rendered almost as light as day by the links. 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.
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