Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment, staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the other. You couldn’t help it. Even this man-hunting machine was willing to grant the boy his honeymoon. “Steady on!” he cried. " "The Dawn Pearl! Odd, but we white folks aren't half so poetical as the yellow or the black.
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