‘I’ll make it, miss. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. ” “You know,” he said with some hesitation, “that your sister is singing. I am far too much the gentleman. The carpenter did not hesitate a moment. I have a hundred of them—mixed blood—on my island, and they are always rooking me. " "Make it positive," was the brisk reply.
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