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บาคาร่าอินเดีย 42 "I never heard of the place before, sir," persisted the seaman. "I think you are right, Mr. Passford. You spoke of history." After breakfast Christy packed his valise, where he placed the new uniform in which he intended to present himself on the quarter-deck of the Bronx. The carriage was at the door to convey him to the railroad station. The parting was not less tender than it had been on former similar occasions, and Mrs. Passford preferred that it should be in the house rather than at the railroad station, in the presence of curious observers. Many tears were shed after the carriage drove off, 33 for the patriotic young man might find a grave in southern soil, or beneath southern waters. "Where are the negro quarters of this plantation, Mike?" asked Mr. Pennant.