‘Come on, Hilary. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his breast. Put out your hand and bid me God-speed. Meanwhile, the excitement of the chase had in some degree subsided. “We settled long ago—we’re hard stuff. He was not a sailor.
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