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Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. " CHAPTER XVIII. " "And, therefore, the first I would visit," replied Jack, boldly. I am sure he would go with you. “Have you heard things?” The tears stood in her eyes. 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. Find them at Remenham House—if you can. And yet to Spurlock it was only the title of a story he would some day write. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames.
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