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โป๊กเกอร์ออนไลน์ สหรัฐอเมริกา "Do you remember the names of the officers who served with you in the Vixen?" asked the captain. "I have already recognized the union officer, and therefore you must be the Confederate." "Did Mr. Flint say anything?" asked Christy. "Where does he live?" 309 "Was I ever there, captain? I lived there a year!" exclaimed the contraband. "I was in the fishing business at that time," he added with a significant smile on his face. "The commodore hurried us off, for he feared any delay might allow the steamer to escape." Possibly the man under examination was not wholly responsible for his distortion of the name of Captain Passford's estate, as Christy was beginning to reap the penalty of his imprudence the night before, in exposing himself barefooted and half-clothed to the chill midnight air, and was developing a cold in the head that already affected his enunciation.