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Take, if you please, your own pistol. " "May be not," replied the old sailor, drily; "but you'll find it too stiff for you tonight, anyhow. He turned round to keep Anna out by force if possible, but he was too late. He continued tenderly, almost affectionately. His shirt was unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown, his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a gold-edged hat. "Leave go!" cried Jack, struggling violently, and raising his hand, "or I'll maul you for life. S. Warm life was behind that always, even if it slept.
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