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“I cut off his right hand pinky with his own rusty bolt cutter. You did not marry her because you loved her; you did not marry because she might have had money; you did not marry her out of gratitude; you did not marry her because you had to. But one day he came to me. Jack instandly extinguished the light, and called to his comrade to come after him. The wheel and the navigating instruments were sternward, under a spread of heavy canvas, a protection against rain and sun. . It’s a tremendous blow, of course—but it doesn’t kill me. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago.
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