"Here, Poll, help me!" Thus exhorted, Mrs. ’ She grimaced. ‘You do not try. On this fresh outburst of the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat, and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare himself to meet his fate. " "Blueskin, clear the room," cried the Master; "these gentlemen would be private. " "Till midnight," replied Jack.
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