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"You'll not forget the thousand, Sir Rowland—short accounts, you know. “And that only brings me up to about sixty-five! “A glittering wilderness of time That to the sunset reaches No keel as yet its waves has ploughed Or gritted on its beaches. Nor had Jack been idle all this time. "I hardly know," returned Jack; "but it's not safe for me to remain much longer here. She will sail, at early dawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam.
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