" "Curse you!" cried Jack, furiously,—"curse you!—curse you!" "Swear away, Captain," rejoined Blueskin, coolly. ” Ten thousand! Put that way it seemed so different. Wood, in equal trepidation. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. I’d come back from the ends of the earth.
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