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"Who are you?" demanded the soldier.
4 āđāļāļĩāļĒāļ āļĨāđāļĄ āđāļāđāļ° āļ§āļīāđāļāļĢāļēāļ°āļŦāđ āļāļāļĨ "If you are the genuine Lieutenant Passford, in spite of the captain's decision, your cousin has told lies enough to-day to swamp a reprobate, to to say nothing of a Christian," added the surgeon, seating himself at the side of the berth. "What has broken now, mother?" asked the lieutenant, glancing from one to the other of the busy couple. The old man had no hat to touch or take off, for the mass of hair was a sufficient protection to his head; but he bowed almost to the deck, and was too timid to say a single word. "I am sorry you did not explain the blank paper in your envelope, Mr. Passford," said the surgeon, as they were leaving the cabin. Though the young officer was prudent and discreet, he did not lose his self-possession, and he smiled as though he had been simply the host in the dining-room of the mansion at Bonnydale. There was a certain humor about the intruder which would have pleased him under other circumstances.