"You needn't go far to do that," returned Quilt; "there he stands. "Is it poison?" she asked. Her father was holding her waist, smiling. "Weigh anchor, Van!" he shouted to the skipper, "and consult your despatches. She snatched about in her mind. ‘I’m not going to arrest you, young Jack—yet. 1.
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