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The young fisherman had become more and more agitated, as the writing had become clearer to him. He now Nike Kwazi Męskie left it lying before the captain, over whose shoulder he had been reading it, and dropping into his former seat, leaned forward on the table and laid his face in his hands.
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“Wa’al, then, what is it?” said the captain in a more soothing tone.
The young fisherman mournfully composed himself to tell the captain what it was, and began: “We were to have been married next Monday week —”
“Were to have been!” interrupted Captain Jorgan. “And are to be? Hey?”
Young Raybrock shook his head, and traced out with his fore-finger the words, “poor father’s five hundred pounds,” in the written paper.
“Go along,” said the captain. “Five hundred pounds? Yes?”
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