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Oh, I grew fond of you as the years went by. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint in Southwark. The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Then I tucked it nice and snug under the saddle-bag. "The Captain has seldom much appetite," replied Blueskin, who, having disposed of the fowl, was commencing a vigorous attack upon the sirloin.
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