"I do," replied Jack, carelessly. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. He put down his hat and umbrella, rested his hands on his hips, and regarded Ann Veronica firmly. “Good evening, Dorling,” he said. I make no apology for not being with you now. I must go and dress at once. "What the devil are you howling about?" cried Langley. .
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