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I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. ‘To where has he gone off?’ ‘No use asking me,’ shrugged the captain. The infant’s body, now missing its pulverized head, was still twitching among the blood-soaked ruins of corpses. I tried to jump, but he increased the speed. I left him in charge of Quilt Arnold and Rykhart Van Galgebrok—the skipper I spoke of— with strict orders to shoot him if he made any further attempt at escape; and they're not lads—the latter especially—to be trifled with.
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