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Twenty-one, twenty-two. “I want to ask you a question,” she said abruptly. But he could only discern a black and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at a little distance, which, to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutely standing still. "Oh, Heavens!" cried Mrs.
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