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"One motive alone shall induce me to go on with you," said Jack. Mere formality. "I'm at your mercy, Poll," rejoined Kneebone, abjectly. He turned to Ruth and McClintock. —I'll give him the edication of a prig,—teach him the use of his forks betimes,—and make him, in the end, as clever a cracksman as his father. But I want to know what you are doing. Hearing the distant shouts, these fellows rushed down to the entrance of the court, and arrived there just as Jack passed it. She had found that proof. Feigning an air of casualness, Lucy asked the obvious. “I am convinced you haven’t thought this out,” he went on. He would always see the picture of the huge, raw-boned Dutchman, haranguing and thundering the word of God into the dull ears of South Sea Islanders, who, an hour later, would be carrying fruit penitently to their wooden images. Pole coolies came joggling along with bobbing blocks of jade—white jade, splashed and veined with translucent emerald green.
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