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"I must trouble you to produce it, Lieutenant Passford," added the commander.
āļāļđ āļāļāļĨ āļŠāļ 7m āļāļĩāđāļāđāļ "I don't know, Paul; I will think of the matter, and write to you as soon as I have time. There comes the boat. Mr. Flint, have the prisoner brought on deck to be transferred to the Bellevite." "A drift lead, sir," replied Mr. Flint. "What is that for?" It was a living being, or it would not move, and he was certain that he had made a discovery. Then two regrets flashed through his mind as he stepped down from the veranda; the first, that he had not put on his shoes before he left his chamber, and the second, that he had not taken his pistols, for a bullet would travel a great deal faster than a barefooted officer, even of the United States Navy. But he ran with all his speed to the street, to the great detriment of his uncovered feet.