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"Where are you bound, Captain Passford?" asked Flanger, in a careless and indifferent manner, as he looked about the cabin.

มา ส คา ร่า เขียว ของ แท้ "That is a bad name for this child," said the octoroon, shaking his head. "Are you the son of Colonel Passford?" "Stand by to lay on your oars," said Mr. Pennant in the lowest tones that could be heard by the crew. "Oars!" "We shall be too far in for her to do us any harm, for the water has not less than four fathoms anywhere along the shore of St. Rosa's Island." "Then I stay for sure; I don't go back on you, Massa Christy," protested the steward warmly.