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She herself, and one other there, recognized the interposition of something akin to tragedy. "You!" cried Jack, scornfully. A man as rich as you are ought to have a thousand-ton yacht. " "Won't you take me?" "No; you must await my return here. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. Above her head was an aura of white fire.
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