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"I find no fault with you on that account, doctor," added Christy.

slot roma ค่าย ไหน ดี สุด "Who's there?" demanded Christy Passford, sitting up in his bed, in the middle of the night, in his room on the second floor of his father's palatial mansion on the Hudson, where the young lieutenant was waiting for a passage to the Gulf. "Dave," said Christy, after he had obtained a view of the back of the steward's head which satisfied him that he was the right man. "I suppose you were religiously inclined when you were engaged in the business of smuggling," added the commander. "What are you waiting for, Mr. Flint?" asked Christy in a whisper, as he joined the second lieutenant. "No, captain: I have not. That is not my affair, and I don't meddle with what does not concern me."