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The voice of the young seaman came floating down from the masthead, and the story of the immortal lovers had begun. You belong to me, and I have waited long enough. "Is it poison?" she asked. Gracious, there’s the gong. The roof was partially untiled; the chimneys were tottering; the side-walls bulged, and were supported by a piece of timber propped against the opposite house; the glass in most of the windows was broken, and its place supplied with paper; while, in some cases, the very frames of the windows had been destroyed, and the apertures were left free to the airs of heaven. "I knew it. Ah! I shall never forget the figure Jack cut on that occasion.
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