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It was just such a bedroom as she would have chosen for herself. ‘Beg pardon, sir?’ asked the sergeant, evidently mystified. "I cannot climb the boat. Satisfied with his scrutiny, he produced a pocket-flask, and taking off the silver cup with which it was mounted, filled it with the contents of the flask, and then seizing the thin arm of the sleeper, rudely shook it. You can’t possibly understand!” He began a confused explanation, a perplexing contradictory apology for his urgency and wrath. He was heartily thankful for it.
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