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PAGE | | They met in full career, rolling each over each | Frontispiece | | The toiling men were breaking out the junk’s cargo | 60 | | Gently she covered their ruddy faces | 121 | | The skipper produced from his hip-pocket a revolver | 163 | | He gasped “In manus tuas, Domine,” and fell | 208 | | He clutched his insulter by the beard and belt | 263 | | She was to him brightest and best of all damsels | 309 | | A huge sailing-ship crushed her into matchwood | 353 |
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