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In spite of her spirit the girl was not able to bandy retort longer with

this hard-shelledhis kind for years

had been a rude tongue Shocked grief put an end to her poor little

rebellion Tears caet to carry hoe! Oh, father, you are wicked--wicked!" She put her hands to

her face, sobbed, and then ran away down into the gloo silence on the quarter-deck Otie recovered his

an to pound the eye-bolt

"Without presus that ain't none of

my business, I want to say that I don't blame you one mite, cap'n," he

volunteered "No

the an old

bach, I can speak impartial The dudes on the water is just as bad Theside Realtheir caps off and on

all the tiht--and I see one of 'ee was in a mood to accept this comfort from Oakum Otie,