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"I did all for the best, as I'll explain. "Do you call neglecting your work, and singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. She had not even endorsed it. "Tell me, what did they call you?" "Well, the old Kanaka cook used to call me the Golden One, but the natives called me the Dawn Pearl. He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is.
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