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"I am sorry you did not explain the blank paper in your envelope, Mr. Passford," said the surgeon, as they were leaving the cabin.
āļĄāļēāđāļāļĩāļĒ āļŠāļĨāđāļāļ āđāļāļĢāļāļīāļ āļāļĢāļĩ "Bless the Lord that I am here at last!" exclaimed the skipper, as he looked furtively about him. "If you don't, I will send for the second lieutenant 146 and a file of men to put you out of my cabin." Lieutenant Christopher Passford, in his two years' experience in the navy, had been under the fire of the enemy too many times to be intimidated by a burglar, and he felt a certain contempt for the midnight marauder, who had entered the mansion and disturbed his restful slumbers. He returned to his bed, therefore, and slept like a marine till the call bell woke him in the morning. "Perfectly, Mr. Pennant."