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I—I don’t understand,” the man faltered wearily. "Mother—dear mother!" said Jack, bursting into tears. “It may be true, but it isn’t quite what I have in mind. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts.
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