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Quarter-staves, bludgeons, brown-bills, lanterns, swords, and sconces were alike shivered; and, to judge from the sullied state of their habiliments, the claret must have been tapped pretty freely. "By all means," rejoined Quilt. There was every indication that she fled the island in company with a dissolute rogue. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his.

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