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วิเคราะห์ บอล ปารีส วัน นี้ "I have, captain; and it is in my own handwriting," replied the officer addressed. "What are you waiting for, Mr. Flint?" asked Christy in a whisper, as he joined the second lieutenant. As he spoke, Boxie dropped in his place at the wheel, and Vincent grasped the spokes. The blood was streaming down the face of the old man, and he did not move after he fell. Two sailors bore him below; but the surgeon promptly declared that he was dead.