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ฝาก ครั้ง แรก ไม่มี ขั้น ต่ํา "Are you a Russian?" asked the commander, inclined to laugh at this singular name of one of the proscribed race. "Do you surrender?" asked the lieutenant of the principal man on the forecastle as he came alongside of him. "I am sorry to have kept you waiting for your supper, sir," replied Christy, falling in with the humor of his involuntary guest. "But that was the fault of my steward, who ought to have informed me that I was to have the pleasure of your company at supper." "I think you need not be too particular about them; they have made their own nest, and now they must live in it," said the first lieutenant. "That seems to me to be a correct deduction," added Christy. "Precisely so."