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I don’t see what you can have to say. I speak no harm of her. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. No doubt there’s some little mistake. I’m that shamed to confess it, miss, but it were then I thought of Martha.
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