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" "Take a glass of gin, Ma'am," cried Poll Maggot, holding up a bottle of spirit; "it used to be your favourite liquor, I've heard. James Boyle O'Higgins knew little or nothing of the South Seas, but he knew human beings, all colours. The performance over, he relaxed and closed his eyes. Mounting the door he had last opened, he placed his hands on the wall above, and quickly drew himself up. He had particular reasons for wanting to keep Spurlock away from the jetty. “Hill has asked for you, and they will take his depositions to-night. I had gone further than I meant to—with some Englishmen. What can she be? The wife of a country tradesman, or a duchess? And such a meek little husband too. Another glass, Jack.
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