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nova88 เครดิต ฟรี "How high is the grass in the streets of New York, Christy?" asked the colonel, with a twinkle of the eye, and a smile. Colonel Passford was naturally very anxious to ascertain what had been done, and what was to be done, by the Bronx; but the steward was too discreet to answer any of his questions, and he was not aware that his son Corny was a prisoner on board as well as himself. "Where, sir, if you please?" asked the sailor, with a sort of bewildered look.