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'" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. How came you, Sir," he continued, addressing Sheppard, "to venture upon that frame. Looked like them statues of the Holy Mother I see about the place. The man is a stranger to me. ‘She’s little more than a schoolgirl, just out. At that a new element poured into her excitement, an element of wild disgust and terror. You make of me once more a game? Eh bien, I have told your friend that I will kill you, and if you will give me my dagger this minute, I shall do so at once. As the Wastrel played, Spurlock knew that the man saw the inevitable end—death by drink; saw the glory of the things he had thrown away, the past, once so full of promise. Someday I'll take you down there and have them rig up the coconut dance for you. I cannot answer that question.
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