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She was too late. ’ He took his seat next to her, waving the fulminating captain towards the tray. Stanley pronounced, and seemed to hesitate whether he had not gone too far. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead. Suddenly a half stifled exclamation broke from Anna’s lips.
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