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"Get ready the irons, Caliban. No hair to fall awry, no powder to displace, no ruffles to crush; men are lucky. All her pride raged at me. They'll inspect the schooner on the way back," McClintock lied, cheerfully. Spurlock had sensed what had gone completely over McClintock's head—that this was the playing of a soul in damnation. Only a book detective could dope this out.
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