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The sun-canvas was stowed; and Spurlock's chair was set forward the foremast, where the bulging jib cast a sliding blue shadow over him. Perhaps it was just as well there was no inherited memory. Monsieur could rely upon his special attention, and for the cooking—well, he had his customers, who came from their homes to him year after year. That he had resolved upon its execution, whatever it might be, was evident from his saying aloud,— "I will do it. Thank goodness you’ll understand.
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