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fun88 ทาง เข้า 2020 "What then?" repeated the intruder. "Why, you will reduce me to the disagreeable necessity of blowing out your brains, if you have any, as I should judge that you had not, after your refusal to accede to my request in the face of the death that awaits you." "Don't hab no healf, massa," replied Job, gazing earnestly at the intruder upon his slumbers. "What do you mean by hands?" asked the officer. In a few minutes he reported that the prisoners were all fast asleep. Boxie had been relieved as guard, and another seaman was marching back and forth by their couches. It was still dark and foggy, and a hail came from the mast-head forward.