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āđāļāļĄāļŠāđ āļāļāļąāļ āļāļāļāđāļĨāļāđ āļĄāļ·āļ āļāļ·āļ "I don't know that anything has broken," replied Mrs. Passford, with a smile, after she had said good-morning to her son. Before he reached the sacred limits of the quarter-deck, Christy met a quartermaster, of whom he inquired the name of the commander. The course was believed to be correct for the point indicated by the captain, and in less than half an hour the boat grounded; but the shore was bold enough to enable the men to land. Mr. 316 Pennant went to the forward part of the boat and took a careful look all around him. All was as silent as a tomb. Stepping into the fore-sheets, he leaped on shore, directing the Russian to follow him. "Wounded, you"â "Mr. Flint has not had his breakfast yet, and he will come below for it very soon," added Dave. "He was just coming down for it when he got the signal to come alongside the flag-ship."