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ฝาก ครั้ง แรก 100 "What are you waiting for, Mr. Flint?" asked Christy in a whisper, as he joined the second lieutenant. Colonel Passford was reclining on the divan when the commander entered the cabin; but he rose to his feet as soon as he saw his nephew. Christy thought he looked thinner and paler than when he had last seen him. He was now only forty-two years old, but he looked like a man of fifty. "De doctor! Be you a doctor, sar?" "On the contrary, I do not see how he could have done otherwise, commodore, and I have expressed to him my friendly feeling," replied Christy. "I think he is a devoted and faithful officer, sir."